{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"5681cf28-67eb-46d2-a872-715e643daf54","seriesId":"86a1bc97-fe38-4c53-87a8-4dacfd77223b","seriesName":"Catch and Release","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-02-04T06:37:48.758Z","title":"Catch And Release Part Four: Naomi Goes To A Pretty Good School","slug":"catch-and-release-part-four-naomi-goes-to-a-pretty-good-school","shortId":"2dvEImie","authorNote":"Content of THIS PART includes: school discipline, forced nudity, reluctance, spanking, forced masturbation\n\nContent of THE WHOLE SERIES includes: torture, incest, rape, snuff, voyeurism, humiliation, forced nudity, forced masturbation, school discipline, spanking","disclaimer":"Very bad story you not do","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A tormented girl submits to torment by tormentous faculty to avoid worse torment from her tormenting parents who like to torment her at home","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"24e891dd-3fbe-4e34-bc6b-a1e8fa916c79","title":null,"summary":"She could have looked for a sympathetic party at school who\nmight intervene for her, but she didn’t.","wordCount":2772,"readTime":14,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

She could have looked for a sympathetic party at school who\nmight intervene for her, but she didn’t. The New Regime had begun close to the\nend of Spring Break. A couple of days later she was back in the classroom. Of\ncourse her parents had decided that from now on they’d be transporting her to\nschool instead of letting her ride the bus. In this way they could make sure\nshe was walking into the school doors completely underwear and bra free.

The beating of her nether regions had taken place less than\neight hours prior to their dropping her off at school. And they of course made\nsure to drop her off right on time, no earlier. As she hobbled through\nthe front doors she knew she would never make it to her first class on time.\nSo, she took it slow. Walking quickly would have been agonizing on her pussy\nand thighs. She knew by the school rules the teacher would hit her bottom once\nper minute she was late but after last night, she couldn’t imagine caring.

As she walked in her teacher, a handsome middle aged\ngentleman, joined the class in whirling his head around to stare as she hobbled\nin. Without wasting a beat he said “You’re late, Naomi, fifteen minutes. Stand\nat the desk.

She was already headed there. She put her hands and elbows\non the desk, looking out in some embarrassment at the students as they looked\nback—some stifling giggles, some looking nervous for her, some clearly interested\nin a prurient way.

Her teacher lifted the back of her skirt up, and there was a\npause. He was now seeing her bare ass, and the massive bruises that were\nalready all over it. She closed her eyes, tearing up a little, not sure what to\nfear or hope for.

He cleared his throat. “Hm. You’ll need to visit the\nprinciple over lunch, I think you understand why.”

“Yes sir,” she said with effort. At least he wasn’t exposing\nher poorly kept secret to the other students—they had no view of what he could\nsee.

He did not exercise mercy, however, in the swats he\nadministered. Fifteen straight to her bruised ass. She had thought she couldn’t\nbe affected by such “light” punishment any longer—but she was wrong. She wept\njust as any other schoolgirl might have at being stung so harshly by her\nteacher’s yardstick.

She took her seat afterwards and failed to pay attention all\nmorning. After the bell rang, the teacher wrote her a slip bidding her to visit\nthe principle at lunch time. The principle would receive a corresponding slip\nfrom a teacher’s assistant, and so would know to expect her. There’d be no\nescape from that.

And of course, because of waiting for the slip to be\ncomplete, and because of her need to walk very slowly due to the unbearable\nache in her vaginal and anal regions, she was late to her second class as well.

Rinse repeat.

At lunchtime she took her place in line behind several\nothers—a few boys, several girls. One by one they entered the principle’s\noffice, and exited hiding tears.

When it came to be Naomi’s turn, he had her stand in front\nof him while he read the slips her two morning teachers had sent him.

Looking up, he told her roughly, “Raise your skirt.”

Appalled at the thought, but knowing any resistance would\njust make things worse, she turned around and started to lift to show him her\nnaked ass.

“Naomi I didn’t tell you to turn around.”

She stopped and gulped. “Yes sir,” she said and stood facing\nhim squarely again. Blushing, looking at the ceiling, she pulled her skirt up.\nHer bruised vagina was now in his full view.

The principle harrumphed. “Each of your teachers should have\ngiven you twenty swats for that, and of course I would have been repeating that\npunishment per standard procedure. So that is… eighty swats for wearing no\nunderwear. And for being late twice, I’ll be hitting you thirty additional\ntimes. Unbutton your shirt.

“I’m… I’m sorry?”

He just stared at her.

Blood rushed to her head, her vision swam a little, as she\nrealized she was now also going to open up her chest for his view.

He nodded as her breasts came into view. If the bruises\nacross them alarmed or concerned him he did not show it. “And no bra, which\nthey should have checked for. Eighty more swats. So, a hundred ninety. And for\nyour hesitation in showing me these infractions, we’ll make it an even two\nhundred. Take off your skirt.

Stupidly Naomi cried out, “Whaaaat? You can’t…”

“Two hundred fifty.”

What the fuck was happening? Naomi keened as she unbuttoned\nher skirt and slid it down her legs.

“With so many swats your skirt was sure to keep falling\ndown, this will keep it out of the way. Hands behind your head.” He came to her\nside.

She grasped her hands behind her head, her unbuttoned shirt\nexposing her breasts freely.

As always, the principle was an absolute machine of a\nspanker. A hard blow with the paddle landed about once every second. Her knees\nbuckled fairly early in the process as she screamed in pain but he was there to\ncatch her and hold her around the chest as she complexly lost her composure.

Two hundred fifty swats to her but and legs, took him about\nfive minutes to complete while she struggled in his grip, her breasts squished\nby his arm, her legs flying out wildly, her arms trying their best to stay\nobediently behind her head.

When it was over, he was breathing a little hard, but simply\nsaid, “Put your clothes on and go to class.”

Lunch was practically over. She had just a few minutes to\nget to her next class. She scrambled to put on her clothes, and exited the\ndoor. The next poor girl to be punished knew she’d never make it in time, and\nglared at Naomi as she went by, as though it were Naomi’s fault for taking so\nlong to be spanked.

Obviously Naomi didn’t make it to either of her afternoon\nclasses on time. This cycle continued practically every day of the rest of the\nschool year—late to every class, her nakedness under her uniform spotted by\nevery teacher, punished with hundreds of blows throughout the day. Then those\nblows repeated by her parents that night along with whatever other punishments\nthey calculated were due to her. Then an orgasm, usually with further pain\napplied throughout.

The other kids began to catch on, even though the teachers\ngenerally hadn’t made a point to expose her. Getting involuntarily felt up\nbecame a regular part of her day. Occasionally she was punished even more when\na teacher noticed this sexual contact.

But that wasn’t the worst of it by a longshot. PE was a\nserious problem.

It came every other day. So on day two of school, she found\nherself confronted with a decision in the locker room. Everyone was changing\nclothes around her. There were showers but Coach Simons had removed the\ncurtains from them long ago. (She did this after she caught one too many girls\neither smoking pot or making out in the shower stalls instead of participating\nin class.) Naomi was stuck. If she changed for PE, everyone around her would\nsee she was wearing nothing under her school uniform.

So she sat on the bench, awkwardly waiting for everyone else\nto leave, hoping to change fast enough to get into the gym on time for class.

But of course Coach Simons decided to come into the locker\nroom and yell at everyone “Okay girls enough talking, let’s get out there!”

Everyone left, and there was Naomi, blushing on the bench,\nwith Simons staring down at her.

“Naomi?” She said. “What’s going on?”

Naomi had no plausible response. If she simply refused,\nshe’d be spanked both by Coach Simons and the school principal—and her\nunder-skirt nakedness would be mean she’d be spanked by both again. At\nleast if she went ahead and just started changing in front of Coach Simons,\nshe’d just get spanked the one time by each of them.

Cringing, her eyes tearing up, Naomi murmured “Sorry Coach\nSimons” and began unbuttoning her shirt. Maybe Simons would leave once she saw\nNaomi was doing the necessary.

Maybe, but nope. She just stood there staring. Furiously\nblushing, shaking even, Naomi kept undressing until the nakedness of her chest\nhad become apparent.

“Well well!” said Coach Simons. “Why in the world are you\nnot wearing a bra?”

Once again, Naomi couldn’t think of anything good to say.\nJust claim she liked it better? That would be too rebellious, would lead to\ngreater punishments. She didn’t know what else to say.

So she said the truth. “My… I’m not allowed… at home…” she\nstumbled. She hoped if she left it at that Simons would get the message and\nleave her alone.

But again, no. Coach Simons’ response surprised Naomi: “I\nthought that might be the case.”

Naomi dared to look up. “…You did? …Why?”

“Here, why don’t you finish dressing up and come to my\noffice. I’ll put Gunderson in charge.” That was the teaching assistant for the\nPE class.

Did Simons then go out into the gym to leave Naomi to change\nin peace? Of course not. She watched Naomi’s entire ordeal, gestured for Naomi\nto exit in a “ladies first” kind of way, and followed her out. “Still wearing\nyour watch I see,” she said quietly. “You know that’s not allowed in PE.”

Naomi muttered back, “I know… I, I’ll take it off in a\nminute?” Playing for time. The watch had to stay on or else her parents would\nbe signaled that she’d taken it off, rendering it unable to monitor her\nheartrate, causing them to assume she’d been masturbating for the duration, and\nthat she’d had an orgasm every fifteen minutes. That’s what the new household\nrules said would be the assumption if she wasn’t wearing the watch or it wasn’t\nworking.

Being convicted of orgasming out of turn would lead to the\nmost nightmarish possible punishment. She couldn’t let that happen.

After quick words with Gunderson, Coach Simons brought Naomi\ninto her office and closed the door behind them. She had Naomi take a seat on a\nlittle couch she had set up on one wall, and she herself pulled up the chair\nfrom her desk to sit facing Naomi. “Your parents called ahead,” she said.

Aghast Naomi sputtered, “what?!”

“We’ve all been instructed by Principal Collins to assist\nyour parents in making sure you stay, you know, sexually pure? Here at school.\nApparently… you’re not allowed to masturbate.”

Naomi sobbed. How could Coach talk so casually about\nsomething like this? Shouldn’t she be embarrassed? Appalled even? Was every\nteacher at the school now privy to the worst details about her?

Simons put her hand on Naomi’s shoulder. “It’s okay. That’s\nwhy I brought you here. I can help.”

Hope? Or doom? Did Naomi want anyone to interfere with the\narrangement her parents had concerning her? She couldn’t imagine what the\nconsequences might be.

“What do you mean?” she asked carefully. “I don’t want…”

Simons interrupted. “I mean, you can masturbate right here\nduring class and I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

Naomi was to say the least extremely uncomfortable. Her eyes\nwide, she began shaking her head. “What? No I… that’s…?”

Coach Simons gave her a “what are you thinking” look. “I\nmean, I guess I should say, you don’t have a choice?”

Naomi started to feel far away. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you need to start masturbating right now, and go\nall the way with it, or I’ll tell your parents I caught you doing so.”

“Coach! What? Please…”

“Uh uh,” Coach stopped her. “Every day when you come to\nclass, I want you to go straight to my office instead, and I’m going to let you\nmasturbate in here, and I won’t tell a soul. But if you don’t, then I’ll get\nyou in serious trouble with your parents—don’t think I won’t!”

Naomi closed her eyes and processed. “But if I masturbate, my\nwatch will detect my raised heartbeat, and if it gets to orgasm levels, my\nparents will know…”

Ms Simons snapped, “It’s PE class, stupid. Of course your\nheart rate goes up. That’s going to happen whether you do your business or not.\nNow get started!”

After several seconds Naomi said with a calmness that\nsurprised herself, “Is the door locked?”

Simons laughed. “You bet it’s fucking locked, that’s the\nfirst thing I made sure of when I brought you in here. So, you know… off with\nthe pants, and go ahead and pull up your shirt while you’re at it.

So it began. That first day of PE, Naomi spread her legs in\nfront of her PE teacher and made herself cum, while crying a bit at the same\ntime. Just before she came, Coach Simons brought her phone up and snapped a\nsingle picture. Naomi cried out “No!” just as she came. Simons laughed and\nafter Naomi’s orgasm was done said “Don’t worry, I won’t show anyone I promise.\nThis is just for me for later.” She winked.

Naomi began picking up her shorts, class was almost over.\n“Uh, did I say you could get dressed?”

Naomi dropped the shirt she’d started to pick up. “I guess…\nnot?”

I’ve got you for breaking dress code twice—no bra, no\nunderwear. That’s forty swats. And a PE class dress rule once—no watch allowed\nduring activities. That’s sixty total. You technically were absent from class\nbut I’m going to let that one go, can’t have you counted absent every day that\nwill look weird if anyone notices. Still, I did see you step into gym a few\nseconds late and you delayed as long as you could in the locker room, so for\nbeing late we’ll do another ten. Seventy swats, let’s go!

“You’re going to… are you going to spank me?” If you can\nimagine someone quietly shrieking, that’s exactly what Naomi was doing to these\nwords. “You just made me fuck myself in front of you and you’re still going to\nhit me?”

“Better hurry and get in position, bell’s ringing soon. Just\nlike always, after I spank you as the teacher you’ll report to the principal so\nhe can have the option of repeating the punishment.”

“But I told you, it’s not fair my, my parents make me…”\nNaomi broke down in sobs, even as she said these words she knew it was hopeless\nand was already getting up to go into a spanking position.

“Yeah, you have some interesting parents. I’m interesting\ntoo!”

She had Naomi bend over deeply, her hands on the seat of the\ncouch, her naked ass sticking straight up in the air as she delivered seventy\nswats to her, starting with the paddle, finishing with the belt. Then she let\nher get dressed in her PE clothes and, as lunch period was just starting, she\nmarched Naomi, the girl crying and shrinking from the curious stares of\neveryone around, down to the principal’s office.

Once the door was closed, Ms Simons took one of the\nprincipal’s spanking canes and laid it across the floor. Naomi was made to kneel\non it silently while Simons explained the four rule infractions to the\nprincipal.

Of course the principal was going to “exercise his option”\nto repeat the punishment. Naomi was beginning to think, now that she was\napparently part of the punishment pipeline at the school, that these spankings\nwere what kept him coming to work every day.

That was seventy swats, plus of course, swats for tardiness\nand under-clothing nakedness for the previous period and the two periods after\nlunch from yesterday. (Naomi didn’t know whether it was fortune or misfortune\nthat her teachers had now taken to going ahead and administering dress code\npunishment on the spot, so the principal felt no need to administer those twice\nthis time!) The total for those, counting the minutes late, came to 152. Adding\nthe twenty brought her to 222 swats.

Simons stayed in the room, relaxing into the corner comfy\nchair, smirking, her legs spread in a manly fashion, and watched Naomi’s\nsuffering.

“Drop your shorts to your knees,” the principal said\nshortly. How it still felt so outrageously humiliating to expose herself to him\nand Simons, after all they’d seen already, she didn’t understand. She was\nsilent, but shaking, as she pushed her shorts down to the floor at her knees,\nstill resting across the cane.

“You will need to remove your shirt today as well, your PE\nuniform is too long for punishment.”

Numbly, she complied.

“Keep your knees where they are, but you may grip the desk\nin front of you.” Naomi was ashamed at how grateful she felt for this—without\nthat support she feared she would lose complete control again like yesterday.\nShe didn’t want to give either of them the satisfaction.

He shocked her by beginning with blows from another cane—to\nher back.

He spread the blows up and down her back, her butt, and her\nupper legs. When she failed to remain erect in her kneeling position he\ndeclared blows during that interval didn’t count. This kept her upright, for\nthe most part.

After some time, he switched to using his belt, again on her\nlegs, her butt, and her back. She had already been helplessly mewling and on\nthe verge of open mouth crying. At the first hit with the belt she\ninvoluntarily screamed.

When it was finally over he allowed her to stand and replace\nher clothes. The pain in her knees was amazingly the focus of her attention\ndespite what had just happened to her entire backside. The agony was amazing.

Ms Simons left with her. “Don’t be late for your next class”\nSimons laughed. The next girl rushed past her into the principal’s office\nalready crying. Naomi realized with despair that once again she wouldn’t be\nable to make it to lunch.

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In fact she did not manage to eat a single lunch during the\nentire remainder of the school year.

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