"Miss Simpson!"

"Yes Mr Collins?"

"What was the last instruction I gave the class?"

"Um.... Get out our exercise books?"

"No! The last instruction I gave the class was to stop talking so that we could get on with the lesson. All the other girls stopped talking, eventually" the teacher said, frowning around the classroom at a few of the others, "but here you are still yapping away." There were sniggers from some of the other girls.

"I'm sorry Mr Collins. I didn't hear you" she replied.

"I'm not at all surprised Miss Simpson. We'll talk more about this after the last lesson." Debbie's heart sank at those words; she still had vivid memories of the last time that the teacher had had a little "talk" with her after the last lesson.

Three o'clock came and after the others had left Debbie was summonsed to stand next to the stool of judgement besides Mr Collin's desk.

"Debbie" he began. "You talk far more than anyone else in this class, so I'm not at all surprised that you didn't hear me telling the class to stop talking."

"I'm sorry Mr Collins.... Sir" she corrected herself quickly.

"Sorry isn't good enough Debbie. You need to be taught a lesson." Her heart sank again and her tummy began to churn. What would be in store for her this time? "And I have devised a most appropriate means for doing just that" he went on with an odd smile on his face.

He went to his bag and brought out a strange looking thing. There was a small black ball that looked as if it were made of rubber with two straps attached to opposite sides of the ball.

"Turn around child" he commanded, "and open your mouth wide." The apprehensive child did as she was told, her tummy full of butterflies.

Next moment the black rubber ball (for that's what it was) was pressed right into her mouth, the straps were drawn around to the back of her head and done up tightly. Although Mr Collins had bought the smallest ballgag he could find, it was still big for the mouth of an eight year old girl. The rubber ball forced her jaws wide apart and tasted yucky. The teacher then got a narrow black leather strap out of his bag and, seizing her hands and drawing them together behind her back, used it to tightly bind her wrists together.

"Now child" he said. "Sit on that stool and wait until I've looked through these exercise books. I'll deal with you when I've finished."

"Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" she said into the gag.

"Save your breath, you naughty little girl. I can't understand a word."

Debbie waited and waited and waited, the ballgag and the strap binding her wrists behind her back making her feel more and more uncomfortable all the time. She wondered if Mr Collins was deliberately going as slow as possible, and she was getting more and more apprehensive. Was he going to cane her? Would he put his finger up inside her bottom hole again? Having his finger up inside her bottom she could take, but the cane was altogether another thing. She wriggled about on the stool, vainly trying to get more comfortable.

For his part Mr Collins was looking forward very much to using that tight little arsehole again: he'd nearly come in his pants when he felt it tightly gripping his finger for the first time. But he was also a man who believed in slow pleasures. He believed that something which is savoured is enjoyed that much more, whether it be a good Bordeaux or the rectum of a little girl.

So, Debbie was right. He was deliberately going slowly through the exercise books. Besides, being inclined to be a tease, he wanted to see the child squirm. And he wasn't disappointed.

"Now Debbie" he finally said, putting the exercise books aside. "It's time for your punishment. Shall I use the cane again?"

"Mmmmph!" went the frightened little girl, shaking her head vigorously. She had vivid memories of how much it had hurt the last time.

"Well now" said Mr Collins quietly, almost in her ear. "How about instead of using the cane on you I play with your bottom again? That way you don't get very sore red marks all over it, and your parents won't find out how naughty you've been, again."

When she hesitated he went to the cupboard, got out the cane and swished it through the air a few times. Debbie finally nodded her head.

"Good" said the teacher, a strange smile on his face and a big bulge in his pants. "Stand up, naughty, bad little girl."

The poor child did as she was told. She was forced down, bent over the stool and in a few moments her uniform dress was bundled up around her waist and the little white cotton panties were pulled off over her shoes. Then the teacher went to his bag and brought out two more narrow black leather straps.

"Spread your legs wide apart!" he commanded. Debbie hesitated, but she obeyed when he brandished the cane again. Mr Collins then used the straps to tightly bind her thighs just above the knees to the two back legs of the stool. She felt very open and exposed and completely helpless, and her tummy was full of butterflies. Even so, she felt the beginnings of the tingles in her pussy. The tingles got a bit stronger when she saw him get out the jar of Vaseline and scoop some out on his finger.

Debbie didn't have long to wait. A moment later she felt his slippery finger touching and then slowly circling her little anus. It was tickly, and she moved her bottom a bit.

"Still the little slut, aren't you?" said the teacher, his cock rigid inside his pants. "Aren't you!" he said loudly, sharply slapping her bottom with his free hand. She nodded.

"Mmmmp" she mumbled into the gag as the finger entered her. "Mmmmp" she went again as it penetrated until it was up to the second joint. "Mmmmp" she went yet again, wriggling her bottom, as he began to move it about inside her.

"Yes, a dirty little slut" said Mr Collins, slapping the child's bare bottom hard. She twitched as he pushed his finger as far as he could into her hot, tight little passage. He wiggled it about for a few moments, and then began to move it in and out inside her. Debbie writhed, getting another hard slap.

"You like this, don't you Debbie?" She nodded when he slapped her bottom again. His cock was leaking pre cum.

"Just as well your parents can't see this, isn't it? Whatever would they think if they saw their precious little girl with a man's finger right up inside her bottom, and liking it too!" That brought another slap. She sobbed with pain from the slaps on her bare bottom, and with humiliation. Her humiliation was made worse by the fact that her little pussy was tingling away, and Debbie liked that tingly feeling in her pussy.

She liked it even though her mouth was cramped from the ballgag forcing her jaws apart and her hands were getting a bit numb and her arms were cramped from being bound behind her back and her legs were getting cramped from being spread apart and bound to the stool. She liked it even though the finger seemed to fill her bottom up and kept sliding in and out inside her bottom hole and giving her strong tickly feelings all through her little body. And when she thought about that she felt ashamed, because she knew that it was Mr Collins' finger sliding inside her bottom hole that was giving her the tingles.

In her misery and pleasure and humiliation she barely noticed him get some more Vaseline on another finger. If she'd been able to see behind her she would have seen that he'd unzipped and opened his pants and pushed them and his underpants down. She would have seen his red, swollen and glistening organ standing up to attention. And she would have seen him smear the Vaseline over the head of his engorged member.

"Mmmmp" she mouthed into the ballgag when he slid the finger out of her, tickling all the way.

"Mmmmp?" she mouthed into the gag and tensed up when she felt something much bigger than a finger pressing against her little orifice.

"If you don't unclench your bottom you'll get the cane, hard!" the man hissed in her ear. "Do you want that, you dirty little slut?" Debbie shook her head and slowly relaxed the ring of her sphincter.

"Mmmmph!" she gasped as she felt the big hardness press harder and harder and harder against her little anus. For a moment she wondered what it was, then the awful truth dawned on her: Mr Collins was putting his willie into her bottom!

"Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" she gasped again as she felt it stretch her little hole wide open. She writhed with pain and discomfort and humiliation as she felt it start to go inside her.

For his part, Mr Collins was approaching the gates of paradise. The little slut's arsehole was gloriously hot and tight on his throbbing glans. He eased his hips forward again and was rewarded by seeing the red and swollen head become completely enveloped in the little girl's anus. He grunted with pleasure and gripped her slim little hips as she writhed and moaned into the ballgag.

Another movement of his hips and he got it in an inch. Then another inch. Oh! It felt sooo goood!

In fact it felt so good that his balls churned and his hips bucked and he felt his cock begin to pulse as it sent surge after surge after surge of his hot, thick seed into the child's rectum. He gripped her hips tightly as he pumped his spunk into her. In fact there was so much that it soon began to escape around his pulsing organ and run down his shaft and the backs of her legs.

All good things come to and end, even the climax from the first time that one sodomises a little girl. And so it was that Mr Collins' cock stopped filling the little girl with spunk and softened, and he slowly slid it out.

It wasn't exactly a good thing for Debbie. Being anally penetrated had hurt a lot, and she felt as if her little bottom hole had been stretched wide open and her whole body filled with the great hard, hot, throbbing thing. And yet, when he had come inside her, her little pussy had throbbed and tingled like never before.

After a few minutes Mr Collins unfastened the straps which bound her arms and legs and removed the ballgag from her aching mouth. At first she could only sit on the stool and sniffle a little. When he made her put her panties back on she felt the back of them all gooey with the cum oozing out of her bottom.

"Go home now Debbie" he said, patting her on the bottom. "Now that I've put my cum inside you that makes you my own little whore."

At home, in the privacy of her bedroom, Debbie burst into tears and cried and cried and cried. Not because her bottom was sore from being slapped and penetrated by a man's cock, but because she knew that whores were bad women who did dirty things with men, and now she was one too.