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The Seat of Learning, Part Five
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Letter From A Strict Mom II - "The Seat Of Learning"
Part 5
I tried. It was impossible. I was attached to the chair until Dave
decided to let me go, since I couldn't reach the switch. Once Dave
attached my legs and arms in their normal places I found that my
vital parts were pretty much immobile. Then Dave carefully
adjusted the length of the strap to fit my shrinking pussy.
"N-no need to actually spring it, Dave, I clearly can't move." I
ventured with a weak chuckle, hoping to spare my poor, long
suffering cunt.
"Ah, but you might struggle harder with a little incentive." he
pushed a button.
Whap!
"Ahhh!" I yelled. It was the slowest of the three settings, so I just
felt a sharp but manageable sting in my pussy, but I also felt a bit
of pain in the rear as I was unable to keep from jerking against the
butt plug. It was abundantly clear that there was nothing I could
do to take my pussy out of the direct line of fire. Our last technical
problem was solved! And, by the way, Dave made the butt plug
removable so that the chair could in fact be made to look perfectly
normal between sessions.
A few more observations on the theory underlying the operations
of the "Seat of Learning". It may occur to you, professor, and to
your readers, that when a subject is engaged in a "learning session"
she might find it very hard to concentrate on later questions after
having received a penalty or two, especially if, for example, she
managed to get a question wrong on all three tries. Recall, if you
will (I hate to!) how difficult it was for me to remember what I was
about after having only received two "penalties" in a row. (I still
thank my lucky stars for getting that question right on the third
try). Our feeling on this is - yes, it could easily happen that a
"subject" could get very distracted by the sensations she might be
experiencing, and that this might cause her to do worse on
subsequent questions that she might normally have done. In fact,
it could easily happen that a "subject" could become distracted
enough to lose virtually all ability to concentrate. Well, we say, so
much the more incentive for her to be much better prepared the
next time. So much the more memorable the experience, the
"aversive" effect of the session. And, yes, we admit it, so much
the more enjoyable for us, for we believe that the parent should be
allowed the right to enjoy as many aspects as possible of the
otherwise exhausting and sometimes discouraging discipline
process.
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But now, let us return to our little naked teenage girl, whom we
left still sitting (impaled?) on the Seat of Learning, her limbs tied,
pretty much immobilized from the waist down, and desperately
wondering exactly what was in store for her. Her breathing was
rapid - causing her pink tip large breasts to rise and fall
attractively, her legs well spread, giving a good view of her bald
pussy, which was hanging over empty space. A shimmering sheen of
sweat covered her smooth teenage skin. All in all, it was a
pretty appetizing picture she presented, especially to Dave and
Timmy I had no doubt.
I had a sudden urge, perhaps a somewhat cruel one, and I acted on
it. Reaching down toward Nancy's knee I said, "Are you still as
ticklish down here as you used to be, dear?"
"Y-yess! No! Mom! Mom, I'll wet myself!"
"You'd better not!"
"Agggghahahah! Agggghahahaha!" I tickled her knee
remorselessly for about thirty seconds, during which time Nancy
seemed ready to go off the deep end, laughing, screaming, begging
me to stop. Wonderfully, even though her upper body was able to
jerk around some, causing her boobs to flop from side to side, her
hips and legs remained perfectly still. It was a successful
experiment, except that I was mildly disappointed that Nancy
hadn't disgraced herself by losing control of her bladder as she had
threatened. Had this occurred, of course, extra punishment would
have become necessary...regrettably...
"Cool!" said Timmy.
I turned to smile at Dave and noticed that he seemed to be staring
in fascination at Nancy's crotch. "It's plumper than I thought." he
mused, almost to himself.
"Dave," I said, "Don't we need to, uh, line things up?"
"Oh, yeah."
Nancy flinched again as yet another hand reached downward
toward her vulnerable lap. This time it was Dave's hand and this
time he reached between Nancy's legs and *underneath* the chair
seat to pull out the end of the strap which was dangling from the
arm of the electric motor. Nancy had not been able to see any of
this mechanism because it was located just under her bottom. Her
eyes widened as she saw Dave's hand return with the end of the
leather strap. She gasped and became rigid with tension as he
carefully pulled the strap up snug against her plump cunt. Poor
girl! What must she have been thinking? Clearly she was putting
two and two together. It must have been obvious that the strap and
her pussy were going to have something to do with each other that
probably wasn't going to be too pleasant for the former.
The strap came about an inch short of where we wanted it, namely,
such that the end would connect right over Nancy's pinkly erect
clitoris. It had been perfect on me. Perhaps this short fall was due
to the super plumpness of Nancy's tender organ.
"Oh, p-please t-tell me what you're going to do. PLEASE! Oh,
please don't hit me *there* with that thing." Nancy pleaded.
Dave ignored her and, reaching under the chair, turned an
adjusting wheel which moved the apparatus a little bit forward,
until things were adjusted just right. He is a stickler for detail,
especially when it comes to his children's education! We hope,
Professor, that you haven't forgotten that this entire exercise was
for the sake of Nancy's progress in school.
"There." Dave said, "That strap and your pussy are all lined up,
Nancy. But I'm afraid I couldn't help but notice even more telltale
moisture down there. Hmmm. And your clit seems a bit swollen."
With that Dave filcked Nancy's clitoris sharply with his index
finger, drawing an amusing squeak from the young captive.
"Eeeeek! Ohhh! Don't hit me *there*!"
Dave swung the reading board around, adjusting it so it was in
easy reach of Nancy's face. He held out the electronic pen, "Open
up Nancy."
Once she took it in her mouth he explained the test to her, referring
vaguely to "penalties" for missing questions, but not detailing
exactly what those penalties might be. It occurred to me that one
difference in Nancy's situation with what mine had been was that
Nancy was going to have to go through all twenty questions,
whereas I had been allowed to stop after only one. Dave, Timmy
and I sat ourselves on cushions right in front of Nancy so that we
could monitor the "area of operations" - namely Nancy's plump,
bare, slightly gaping cunt.
As anyone knows who has taken multiple choice tests, if you have
anything like a clue about the subject matter you can almost
always eliminate two of the five possibilities for any question. If
Nancy could just do that much, she could assure that she would
never feel the harshest of the three velocity settings. If you've
done a moderate amount of studying, you can almost always
narrow the choices down to two - in which case you would never
have to experience any penalty worse than the slowest speed.
Admittedly, even that speed produces a sting that one would
definitely want to avoid, but it's much better than getting the other
two in addition.
I'm afraid Nancy was especially poorly prepared. We had picked
Biology for her first training session, because we knew it was her
worst subject and that she skipped most of her Biology classes and
never studied. She stared at the first question for the full thirty
seconds, unable to make a choice, when Whap! came the first
penalty - the strap made stinging contact with her pussy.
Nancy screamed and the pen fell out of her open mouth. She
didn't even try to recapture it she was so surprised and so
preoccupied with her physical sensations. As the next ten seconds
passed we watched as Nancy's vulva turned a shade pinker than
normal and listened to her moans and pleas, "Ohhhhhhh! That
really hurt! Oh, stop, I can't stand it there!"
Whap!!! The second level penalty came into play.
"Agggghooowww!" the yell was torn from her as the intense smart
radiated through her body from her crotch. This time she seemed
to remember that her only chance was to answer the question
correctly. She grabbed the pen with her teeth and almost blindly
thrust it into one of the holes. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't the
right one. The strap connected with the tender organ at the fastest
of the three speeds. WHAP!!!
"Yeeeeeoowowww! Ow! OHHH! OW!" she roared and cried,
again dropping the pen. You could tell by the straining of her
thigh and calf muscles that she had a hard time holding down the
jerking of her hips, but of course she had to because of Mr. Dildo.
While the next thirty seconds passed, during which Nancy should
have been reading the next question and attempting to answer it,
we enjoyed listening to her cries and pleas for mercy and watching
the coloration of her pussy move more toward the red end of the
spectrum. It was clear that Dave had adjusted the strap correctly
because the strap mark ended just past Nancy's clit.
With about ten seconds to go Nancy seemed to remember what she
had to do. She grabbed the pen and attempted to read the next
question. While she was reading time ran out and she got another
first level penalty. This time she managed not to drop her pen
even though she was obviously hurting quite a bit and gave a loud
groan. Before the next ten seconds past, she made a choice. Alas,
it was incorrect and she received another second level penalty.
Whap!
This time she again dropped the pen as she yelled out and threw
her head around in agony. She was just trying to grab it again,
when she got her sixth penalty, level three - WHAP!!! She roared
as one demented, begging, promising anything, for mercy.
Meanwhile we watched her cunt turning darker red. It seemed to
be swelling as well, although that could have been an optical
illustion produced by the color change.
She was just picking up the pen again when the first level penalty
for the third question hit. She jerked and yelled but held onto the
pen. She had been prepared for that one, and seemed to realized
that her only chance lay in holding onto the pen and doing her best
to answer the test questions. She was covered with sweat, panting
and trembling, trying to concentrate on the test. I could tell that
the tears in her eyes were making it hard for her to read the
questions.
As you might imagine, despite her desire to do well, the test did
not go well for Nancy, although the rest of us found it very
entertaining and exciting. She was just not prepared. She did
manage to answer a few questions, once she gained the ability to
hold onto the pen through her screams of agony (although she
never did manage to hold onto it after a level three penalty). She
passed out after the level three penalty on the second to the last
question. Dave stopped the timer while held smelling salts under
her nose.
"Ohhhh! Where am I? Ohhh, my pussy is burning - it's on
fire...Ohhh!" she complained, bringing a laugh from all of us. She
gradually came back to consciousness and began weeping bitterly.
I reminded her that she was taking a test and had one question to
go. Dave flipped the chair back on. Frantically she read the last
question and guessed. She was wrong. Whap! The strap made
pitiless contact with Nancy's poor pussy.
"AAAAAYYYYYEOOOOW!" she roared as the pen fell out of
her mouth. This was only a level one, but by now her cunt was
extremely sore. as well as very very red, swollen, and slightly
bruised. She couldn't seem to get the pen back in her mouth for
either of the last two chances, both of which produced
wonderfully dramatic audio-visual results. After the last one
she fainted again. All in all she must have received some forty
smacks - of which a good ten were level three. She had done very
poorly, but I felt certain that improvement was just around the
corner!
Dave flipped the switch to deflate the anal dildo and we helped
pull/pry Nancy up out of the chair. We carried her to her bedroom
and lay her on her back. She woke up when her sore bottom
touched the sheets. Immediately she spread her legs wide to avoid
squeezing her tender pussy. Dave took the time to adjust Nancy's
socks, which had fallen down again.
Dave said, "Nancy, you had a miserable score on the test. I'm
afraid you made less than ten percent. One of the rules of this
training program is that you get an additional penalty when you get
less than twenty percent or two additional penalties for less than
ten percent. So you get two. Here's the first one."
And with that, Timmy and I each took a leg, pulled them apart and
back, so that Dave had easy access to Nancy's most intimate areas.
Her bumhole looked a bit red and a bit swollen, most likely owing
to its encounter with the expanding dildo. Dave gently inserted a
gelatin suppository well up her bottom, which seemed to still be
quite well lubricated. Nevertheless Nancy must have been quite
tender back there, because she yelled at the pain of the invasion.
"And here's the second." From an unmarked jar, he got a glob of
white cream and started applying it to Nancy's swollen, tender
pussy. She jerked and whimpered at the touch, but Timmy and I
had her pretty secured so Dave could apply the cream thoroughly,
including her clitoris and inner lips. He also rubbed some cream
into and around her bumhole. It actually seemed to sooth her a
bit...for the present.
The suppository contained a high concentration of ginger and the
cream was extra strength Ben Gay.
Dave gave Nancy yet another of his "affectionate" slaps on the
butt, drawing an anguished yelp from her, and Timmy and I
released her legs. We left her alone, and waited downstairs. A few
minutes later a series of high pitched screams and squeals reached
our ears, the wonderful sounds of a teenage girl who was well on
her way toward better grades and a promising future. (Music
Swells).
For about a week Nancy demonstrated a pronounced tendency
toward bowleggedness, but soon she was as good as new. Her
study habits and her grades underwent immediate improvement.
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As I write this Nancy is sitting on the Seat of Learning next to me,
taking a Biology test. She is dressed in her school uniform as quite
befits the proper young schoolgirl, except that I know that she has
no panties and her cunt remains bare. So far she has answered 17
questions correctly...Oooops!. She just missed one! Often the last
two or three querstions are more difficult...
Is the Seat of Learning too harsh? Some might think so. We say,
"How harsh is it to live your life second rate, to not get the best
education that you can get? Isn't a short bit of pain worth a
transformed life?" Nancy's life had already improved since her
one-time encounter with the birch, and with the help of the Seat of
Learning her grades have improved dramatically. For Nancy the
Seat of Learning has been a tremendous aid to the focusing of her
mind. Does she appreciate it? Not yet. In fact she hates it, but we
are confident that one day she will thank us.
We're considering introducing The Seat Of Learning to the public via
an informercial.
One other question that might have occurred to you or your
readers. Can or should the Seat of Learning be used with boys?
We don't know yet, but we certainly feel that the need is just as
great. Obviously it would have to be recalibrated, maybe
redesigned. Timmy hasn't been in need of it as yet (although I
think that he's starting to show signs of slippage in his school
work), and my husband is strangely reluctant to act as an
experimental subject, which doesn't seem at all fair to me. I have
a vague idea for a modification to the Seat of Learning that might
make it useful for boys involving replacing the strap with a pair of
chopsticks. Perhaps Nancy would be willing to help in the design
- what do you suppose? After all she doing so much better in
school now.
Sincerely,
A Strict Mom
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The end? Or just...the beginning?
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