New school, Ch. 1 - Ch.3

This is my first story in this genre. If you people like it I'll continue it and develop the characters further.
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"Good morning, class," Miss Harris announced with a smile as she stepped into the brightly lit classroom, her heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor. The room was filled with the gentle hum of young voices and the rustling of notebooks being opened.

"I am your new teacher, and I am here to implement the new curriculum."

Miss Harris's voice was firm yet playful as she surveyed the room. The students sat at their desks, a mix of excitement and confusion on their faces. They had heard whispers about the changes in the school's curriculum, but nothing could have prepared them for this.

"The basic idea is this." She turned to the blackboard and started writing.

"1. Girls dominate boys."
"2. Boys always obey and please girls."
"3. Boys are toys for girls to play with."
"4. Girls own boys."

Miss Harris wrote the four rules of the new curriculum on the blackboard, her handwriting as sharp and precise as her heels. She turned around to face the classt. "This year, you girls are going to learn how to embrace your natural power and have fun doing it." The girls looked a little puzzled.

"I know you've all heard about this. But the actual practice is difficult to grasp without some experience. So listen carefully now, girls and boys."

"In our new society, boys have no rights. They exist to please girls, and for girls to enhance their self-confidence by using them as toys. That means that whatever a girl wants is the law for all boys, and whatever she tells them to do is to be done immediately."

"To establish this, let us begin with something simple. Girls, please choose a boy you like and sit next to him."

The girls chose their favorite boys. There was some argument around about the cuter boys, but Miss Harris never let it grow into a fight: she gently resolved conflicts by assigning a disputed boy to the girl who looked and sounded more in charge, and gently told the other to look for another boy. As the class had the same number of boys and girls -- five each --, all girls eventually found a boy to play with.

"Now let's do a little exercise to assert dominance. I want each girl to flick the nose of the boy she chose."

Boys and girls felt both a little embarrassed. But Janet, one of the girls, smiled and did as Miss Harris had instructed: she flicked her boy's nose, and then turned to Miss Harris.

"Very good..." Miss Harris consulted her notes. "Janet. So, Janet, how did you feel?"

"It was weird, Miss Harris." Janet's voice was a mix of excitement and trepidation. "But kind of... fun?"

"What made it kind of fun?" Miss Harris asked.

"Well, he didn't do anything back," Janet said with a smirk, glancing at the reddening nose of the boy beside her.

"This is true," Miss Harris said, "and your boy deserves a pat on the head for understanding that he shouldn't do anything but simply let you do what you wanted. That's rule 3 on the blackboard: Boys are toys for girls to play with. And what do we know about toys? Janet?"

Janet thought for a second. "I can do anything to it and it won't do anything back."

Miss Harris added a plus sign next to Janet's name. A girl worth supporting, Miss Harris thought. "Indeed. And boys, you are not supposed to react in any way when the girls play with you, no matter what they do. Is that understood?"

Janet's boy said "Yes, ma'am", followed by a couple of other boys who said the same. But some said nothing.

"Good. Now girls, please follow Janet's example and flick your boys' noses."

Miss Harris observed the classroom as the girls started flicking the boys' noses. "Again, girls! Don't be shy, this is a self-confidence exercise, to show you that you can do what you want with the boys without any fear." Even Janet, who had already done the exercise, was doing it again, with a smirk on her face as she looked at her boy. Miss Harris smiled at her, and patted her head.

Soon all the girls were also smiling and smirking at their boys, even winking at them. The boys' noses were red; some of them also had red cheeks. Interestingly, though, none of the boys seemed displeased, and two of them were smiling back at their girls. Miss Harris rewarded both with signs of approval.

"Very good, class! Now let's try a different exercise. I want each girl to hold her boy's head and turn it left and right, left and right, as you would a doll."

The girls looked puzzled. What was that for?

"This is another simple exercise to show girls that they have control; see rule 4 on the blackboard. Boys, do not offer resistance: let the girls play with your heads, because, ultimately, they belong to the girls, not to you boys. And girls, if you feel like turning their heads up or down, feel free to do it."

Miss Harris demonstrated by approaching a random boy in the first row and placing her hands on either side of his head, turning it smoothly from side to side, as if examining a prize at a county fair. The boy sat still, his eyes wide and the beginning of a smile on his lips..

"It's all about establishing dominance," Miss Harris said, her voice calm and soothing/ "It's like saying, 'You're mine to play with, and you'll do as I say, because it's fun for me.'"

All the girls started imitating her. After a while, satisfied with the results, Miss Harris said:

"OK, girls, now let's combine both exercises. I want you all to turn your boy's head so he is facing directly at you, and then flick his nose. Boys, I want you all to then look down and say 'Thank you!' in a shy voice to the girl who flicked your nose."

Janet couldn't stop a laugh. Another girl -- Emily was her name -- smiled and said, "I begin to see the logics in these exercises."

Miss Harris nodded approvingly. "It's all about dominance and empowerment. Come on, class, let's do it."

The girls giggled as they turned their boys' heads and flicked their noses, the boys responding with shy a "Thank you" and eyes downcast. Miss Harris moved through the aisles, watching the interactions with a keen eye.

Emily's boy's "Thank you" sounded particularly funny, which made her giggle. Janet, who overheard him, also giggled at her own boy. The giggles were contagious: soon all boys were saying "Thank you" with funny tones of voices, and the girls were laughing at them.

"Very good, class! Now, what exactly are you doing?"

A girl called Claudia said, "we're laughing at the boys' silly faces and voices."

"Yes! They're so silly, aren't they? They deserve your laughs. You are mocking them, and that is part of what girls can do to boys. It's another way of "owning" them, as rule 4 says. Now, how do we mock them?"

Claudia thought fast. "We tell them they are silly?"

"Yes!" Miss Harris said, and patted Claudia on the head. "I see my class is full of smart girls that make me proud!" Claudia, and also Janet and Emily, smiled and blushed a little.

Claudia turned to her boy. "You're silly, Jimmy!"

The other girls laughed, and Jimmy blushed, eyes still on the floor. Miss Harris said:

"That's good, Claudia. But you can go further. See, one way to mock boys is to give them silly, funny names. Why don't we do that? Why don't we pick good funny names for our boys? I don't care if they are 'really' Jimmy or Stevie or Johnny -- we'll give them better names, won't we girl?"

"YES!" all girls said.

"So let's go. And don't forget--these names are meant to mock them, so make them as funny as possible."

Miss Harris took Claudia's boy -- Jimmy -- to the front. "What shall we call this boy with the silly voice?"

The class chuckled, throwing out ideas: "Mr. Whinypants!" "Buttercup!" "Squeaky!" But he was Claudia's boy, so Miss Harris looked at her for approval. "What do you think, Claudia?"

"Hmmm... No... I think his name is Dummy."

"Why, Claudia?"

"Because he's really dumb!" She giggled, then pointed at him. "Look at his stupid face!"

Miss Harris nodded. "Very creative, Claudia. Now, Dummy," she said, addressing the boy, "repeat your new name for the class."

Dummy stepped forward. "Hi! I'm Dummy!" and smiled. The girls were now laughing and pointing at him.

"That's good! Now, Claudia, what do you think -- is there something we could do to make him look even sillier and funnier? That makes mocking more effective."

Claudia thought. "What if he kneels down in front of the class before introducing himself?"

Miss Harris' smile broadened. "Very good! And here's another suggestion: let's write his name on one of those post-it squares and glue it to his forehead. Won't that make him look even dumber?"

Claudia's eyes were shining. "Yes. YES! Let's do it, Miss Harris!"

His Harris took a number of post-it notes and a marker. Claudia wrote "Dummy!" with an exclamation point on one of them, and then glued it to Dummy's forehead. To make sure it wouldn't fall off, Miss Harris added some scotch tape on the borders. Then she looked at Claudia. "Well, he's your boy. Tell him what to do!"

"Me? Oh... OK, Miss Harris." Claudia was a bit nervous. To make her feel better, Miss Harris took her hand. Claudia turned to the boy.

"OK, ahn... now... ahn... kneel down, and introduce yourself, Dummy!"

Dummy's eyes widened a bit, but he did as he was told, sinking to his knees with a thump. The class giggled at his obedience.

"Dummy," Claudia called out with a grin, "say your new name for everyone to hear!" Miss Harris let go of her hand, satisfied to see her confidence grow.

Dummy looked up at the class, the post-it still on his forehead, and said, "My name is Dummy, and I'm here to make you all laugh!"

Most girls were laughing uproariously at the silliness of the entire situation. Claudia took Dummy's head, which was now at the level of her stomach, and moved it around a bit, and finished with a squeeze on his cheeks, giving him pouty lips. Hm, I see the exercises worked, Miss Harris thought.

"Look at his silly face! He's really dumb, isn't he?" she said to the others. They made OK signs with their hands; one of them, a girl called Elza, clapped her hands as she laughed. Others were pointing at Dummy while laughing at him.

"Very well, Claudia! Now, Dummy, thank Claudia for your new name."

"Thanks, Claudia, for my new name!"

Miss Harris sounded displeased. "No, boy. You have to show respect! That makes you even more laughable. Thank your lady for your name, your true name!"

Dummy was a bit surprised, but the blushing on his face indicated not simply embarrassment, but, strangely, also pleasure. Still kneeling, he turned to Claudia, who had already taken her hand off his face.

"Thank you very much, my lady, for this new name you gave me -- my true name!" He stretched out his hand, as if asking Claudia for hers; and, when she put her hand on his, he took it to his lips and kissed it. Seeing all this -- including the post-it with "Dummy!" written on it on his forehead -- even Miss Harris couldn't repress a chuckle. That was more than I had expected, she thought; I guess Dummy does like Claudia...

"From now on, boys, call the girl who chose you your 'lady.' Lady Claudia, lady Emily, lady Janet, lady Elza, lady Shannon..." (Miss Harris was reading the female names on the list of students in her class). "OK, Miss Harris," the boys all said.

"So, shall we now mock the other boys? Who wants to come next?"

Janet's hand shot up. "I do!" she said.

As Claudia left the front of the class with Dummy and Janet approached it with her boy, the two girls high-fived each other, which elicited more giggles from the other girls. Miss Harris looked pleased:

"It is good to high-five other girls as you mock a boy," she said. "After all, the mocking is a way of putting the boy in his place, or making him understand that he is subordinate to the girls. By high-fiving each other, the girls are acknowledging this, and considering it good. They, the girls, 'won,' they 'defeated' the boys. And that is the way it should be, because of rule 1: Girls dominate boys."

Miss Harris turned to Janet. "So, what is your boy's name?"

"I thought about it... looking at his face, he looks like a dog. So I decided to call him 'Doggie.'"

Miss Harris nodded approvingly. "Wonderful, Janet. That does make him look silly. Any ideas on how to make him look and feel sillier and funnier, so the girls can mock him?"

Janet thought quickly. "I want him to say his name on all fours. And to bark after saying it."

"Great, Janet! You have the right attitude. Come, help me with the post-it." Janet wrote 'Doggie' on one of Miss Harris' post-its and glued it to Doggie's forehead, while Miss Harris added the scotch tape to make it more stable. "Now, what do you say to lady Janet, Doggie?"

Quickly remembering Dummy's example, Doggie knelt down, took Janet's hand and kissed it. "Thank you very much, lady Janet, for this new name! It captures my essence so well."

"It sure does, Doggie. Now -- introduce yourself to the class! Come on, get on all fours!"

Doggie looked around, slightly embarrassed, but did as Janet said. He bent down, his knees popping as he shifted his weight onto his palms and toes. The class watched in amazement as Janet's face lit up with glee. "I'm Doggie, and I'm here to obey!" His bark at the end had the class in stitches. Miss Harris nodded, pleased with Janet's creativity.

"You see, class, Janet has found a way to not only mock Doggie, but to also assert her dominance in a playful manner. I think she deserves applause for her efforts, don't you agree?"

The whole class applauded Janet, who enjoyed the appreciation.

"Now, to further encourage Janet, I'd like to give her a present. Here!" And she took from her desk a little brown dog collar and a leash. "Won't Doggie look just ridiculous with this dog collar on, while Janet parades him around on a leash?"

Doggie opened his mouth to protest, but Miss Harris stopped him. "A-a-a-a! A Doggie doesn't talk, it barks. Bark, little Doggie!"

Confused, Doggie barked. Then he whimpered a little, and looked up to his lady with begging in his eyes.

Janet smiled. "No, Doggie. You have to wear your collar and your leash. After all, Doggies don't roam free in this school. And think of how pathetic you'll look, and how many girls will laugh at you. Isn't that our goal?"

Doggie had to agree. He calmed down, and Janet put the collar on his neck and attached the leash to it. Then she stood up, towering over her little pet, and led him back to her seat.

"How about you, Emily? Do you have a name for your boy?"

"Yes, Miss Harris!" Emily came to the front of the class, her boy following her like a servant. They're getting the idea, Miss Harris thought. Smart boys.

"This is an old ********* friend," Emily said. "We used to play horsie together when we were kids. So I think his name should be Horsie."

Miss Harris nodded with a war, smile. "Ah, a name that brings back memories. That's a good choice, Emily. You're mocking him with some pleasant memories, making him feel silly in the past as well as in the present. Well done!"

Miss Harris looked through the things in her desk drawers.

"Ah, yes, just what we need," she said, pulling out a rubber horse's nose and a pair of blinkers. She approached Emily and her boy. "Here you go, Horsie," she said, placing the nose on the boy's face. "Now you're ready to play your part!" She turned to Emily. "And this, young lady, is for you! Enjoy."

A riding crop.

Made of plastic, of course, Miss Harris thought. Let's not weird out the girls... for the time being, this is all just good fun.

Miss Harris watched as Emily took the riding crop, her eyes wide. "Wow," she said. She seemed a little embarrassed. To make her feel more comfortable, Miss Harris said: "It's like a prop in a game, Emily. Like plastic guns when you're playing cops and thieves. It shows you're the one in charge, and Horsie is your faithful pet."

Emily was feeling the crop, moving it around like a fairy with a magic wand. Miss Harris stepped back, watching the dynamics unfold. "So, Emily, tell Horsie what you want him to do."

"Hmmm... First, let's get his name on his forehead like the other boys."

Miss Harris approved, handing the marker to Emily. Emily took iy and wrote 'Horsie' on a new post-it, sticking it firmly to the boy's forehead. She took the scotch tape and wrapped it around the edges, just like Miss Harris had done with Dummy's. Good, Miss Harris thought, I don't have to do it myself anymore.

Like so many times in the past, when they were just kids, but this time with a certain note of urgency and perhaps nervousness, Emily said: "Get on all fours, Horsie."

The boy obeyed. As if in a dream, Emily approached him and sat on his back. Horsie was strong enough to carry her weight, which relaxed Emily a little. She felt a little confused. This was a game from their early *********, and now she was doing it in front of everybody else? Like a ***** again?

Miss Harris took her hand. She could see Emily's thoughts reflected on her face. "Now, Emily, think that you are in control -- rule 1: girls dominate boys -- and that the point is to play with Horsie -- rule 3: boys are toys for girls to play with -- in order to make the other girls laugh at him. He's the one who should be embarrassed, not you."

Emily nodded.

"Now tell Horsie what to do." Miss Harris walked a couple of steps back, to give Emily room to regain her confidence. Emily closed her eyes for a second, and smiled. When she opened them again, she said:

"Horsie, tell your name to the others in class."

Horsie lifted up his head, and walked a couple of steps forward with Emily riding his back. "Hi! I'm Horsie, an obedient pet, here to make you all laugh!" Horsie used a dummy voice, sticking out his tongue at the end and going "uffff!" like a real horse.

A couple of the girls laughed at his silly face. This gave Emily a little more courage.

"Now Horsie, you can no longer speak. Just neigh and whinny. Now go forward a little, toward , lower your head, and eat some of that grass!" She used the crop on his butt, while keeping herself steady on his back with her other hand. Horsie hissed a little, but then he neighed and carried her forward a few steps, stopping to eat the imaginary "grass" on the floor, right in front of where Janet was sitting with Doggie on the floor.

"Hi Emily," Janet said. "Going for a ride?"

"Yeah... and I wanted to feed Horsie. Come on, Horsie, eat!" She hit his butt with the crop again, this time a little more strongly, but still playfully. Horsie went on pretending to eat from the floor, his head only a few inches away from Janet's shoes.

"He's not putting his heart into it," said Janet. With a wicked smile, she placed her right foot on the back of Horsie's head and pushed it down, until his nose touched the floor. Emily dismounted. "Thank you Janet!" The two of them laughed at Horsie, with his head trapped under Janet's shoe.

The other girls approached. "Can we also hide Horsie, Emily?" said Claudia. She flicked Dummy's nose again, as if to stress her question.

"Of course! You can all ride Horsie. That's what he's for!"

Miss Harris felt very satisfied. Discreetly, she took a picture of the three girls, making sure to get Horsie's head under Janet's foot. That goes to my report, she thought. A quite successful first lesson!

The other girls took turns hiding Horsie and hitting his butt with the riding crop. At first he made angry or pained noises, but soon enough he got into the dynamics of the game, and started having... fun?

Miss Harris was watching all this with a keen eye. "Rem

The other girls in the class were looking on with growing interest. Miss Harris turned to one of them, a girl named Elza, who had been quietly watching from the back of the class. "Elza, don't be shy. Why don't you show us your idea of fun with your boy? Come and tell us what name you gave him."

Elza looked shy. "I... didn't really choose a boy, but this one" -- she pointed -- "was left after the other girls chose theirs..." She didn't really look at him. The boy was standing by the window, looking bored. Every now and then he cast a quick look outside. Miss Harris' eyebrows rose. What is going on? she thought.

Miss Harris approached Elza, her hand on her hip. "What's your boy's name, Elza?"

"I... I... I didn't pick any funny names." She looked at the floor, blushing in shame. The other girls were beginning to notice. Oh no, thought Miss Harris, I can't let this poison the atmosphere. Looking at Elza, she suddenly had an idea.

"Did you know this boy before you first met at school?"

Elza hesitated, then nodded slowly. "He... he lives next door to me," she said quietly.

Miss Harris leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "And has he been nice to you, Elza?"

Elza's eyes welled up with tears. "No," she whispered. "He's always teasing me and calling me names. Last week he pushed me off my bike and laughed."

Miss Harris straightened up, a determined look on her face. This was exactly the kind of situation the new curriculum was designed to address. She placed a comforting hand on Elza's shoulder.

"Elza, dear, this is your chance to turn things around. Remember rule number one?" She gestured to the board.

Elza glanced at the writing, her voice barely audible. "Girls dominate boys."

"That's right," Miss Harris said warmly.

"I want you to feel in control here, Elza. You can say anything you want to him." She frowned to the boy. "And if you dare to say anything back, I'll teach you a lesson, mister!"

Elza seemed at a loss for words. "Don't worry about anything, Elza. Just find your feelings. What do you feel for that boy? Look at him. What does his face make you want to say?"

"I hate you, you stupid jerk! You're nothing but a mean, ugly asshole!" Elza's words came like raindrops falling during a storm.

The classroom fell silent, all eyes now on Elza and the boy. He had an angry frown, but said nothing. Miss Harris kept her hand on Elza's shoulder, squeezing gently.

"Very good, Elza. Let it all out. How else would you describe him?"

Elza's cheeks were flushed red now, her voice rising. "He's an asshole! A stupid, ugly, smelly pig! A brainless idiot who can't even tie his own shoelaces!"

The other girls gasped, then started to giggle. Elza was on a roll now.

"You're nothing but a worthless piece of garbage! A pathetic loser who'll never amount to anything!" She jabbed her finger at him accusingly. "You're so dumb, you probably eat glue for breakfast!"

The class erupted in laughter. Even Miss Harris had to hide a smile behind her hand. Elza's eyes were blazing now, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"You're a sniveling little worm! A gutless coward!" Elza hesitated, and looked at Miss Harris, who silently nodded.

"You're a... a... worthless piece of sh*t!" Elza spat out, her hands trembling with rage. The other girls gasped, but Miss Harris could see the satisfaction in Elza's eyes. This was definitely something she wanted to encourage.

The boy flushed a deep red. "Yeah, well... well you're... you're an ugly cow!" he blurted out. The classroom erupted in laughter, but Miss Harris didn't find it amusing. In an instant, she was by his side, her palm connecting with his cheek with a resounding smack. "My name is Miss Harris," she said coldly, "and I expect you to show some respect to the girls here. Now apologize to Elza."

The boy looked defiantly back at Miss Harris. "I won't! She is an ugly cow!"

Miss Harris's eyes flashed with anger. She grabbed the boy by the ear and yanked him towards Elza. "I said apologize, you little brat!"

The boy yelped in pain as Miss Harris twisted his ear. "Ow! Okay, okay! I'm sorry Elza!"

"Not good enough," Miss Harris growled. "On your knees. Now."

Reluctantly, the boy sank to his knees in front of Elza. Miss Harris kept a firm grip on his ear.

"Now, tell Elza: that you're a worthless piece of garbage and Elza is your superior in every way."

The boy mumbled the words, his face bright red with embarrassment.

"Louder!" Miss Harris demanded, twisting his ear again.

"I'm a worthless piece of garbage and Elza is my superior in every way!"

Elza, who had paled at his insult, regained some color.

"Slap his face, Elza. Don't hold back! This little sh*t deserves everything that happens to him now!"

Elza's eyes widened when she heard the teacher refer to a student in such demeaning terms, and so did the other girls. There was some nervous giggling.

Elza hesitated for a moment, looking uncertain. But then she remembered all the times this boy had teased and bullied her. Her eyes hardened and she drew back her hand, slapping him hard across the face.

The sound echoed through the classroom. The boy's head snapped to the side, a red handprint blooming on his cheek.

"Again," Miss Harris commanded. "Harder this time."

Elza didn't hesitate now. She slapped him again, putting all her pent-up anger and frustration into the blow. The boy's eyes watered from the sting.

"How does that feel, Elza?" Miss Harris asked, still gripping the boy's ear tightly.

"It... it feels good," Elza admitted, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Excellent. Now, what shall we call this pathetic excuse for a boy?" Miss Harris asked, maintaining her grip on his ear.

Elza's eyes gleamed with newfound confidence. "I think... Piggy. Because he's such a disgusting pig!"

The other girls giggled and nodded in approval. Miss Harris smiled. "Perfect. Piggy it is."

She released the boy's ear and shoved him forward. "Well, Piggy? Introduce yourself properly to the class."

Piggy, his face burning with shame, mumbled, "I'm... Piggy."

"Louder!" Miss Harris barked. "And tell them what you are."

Piggy flinched. "I'm Piggy and I'm a disgusting pig," he said, his voice cracking.

Elza had at that point written 'Piggy' on a post-it note and given it to Miss Harris, who placed it on Piggy's forehead and secured it with scotch tape.

"And who's your superior?" Miss Harris prompted.

"I... I... Elza, I think..."

Miss Harris planted a kick on his ass, making his torso fall forward and his head hit the floor.

"Wrong answer, Piggy!" Miss Harris snapped. "Elza is your lady. Address her properly."

Piggy lifted his head, tears welling in his eyes. "Lady Elza is my superior," he mumbled.

"Louder!" Miss Harris demanded.

"Lady Elza is my superior!" Piggy shouted, his voice cracking.

The class erupted in laughter and applause. Elza beamed, her confidence growing stronger.

"Very good, Piggy," Miss Harris said. "Now, I think Lady Elza deserves some entertainment. Oink for her."

Piggy hesitated, his face burning with shame. Miss Harris raised her foot threateningly. "If you don't oink for her, Piggy, I'm going to squash your head on the floor!"

"Oink oink," Piggy muttered quietly.

"I can't hear you!" Elza said, a cute smile on her face.

"OINK OINK," Piggy muttered louder.

"Now roll around in the dirt, like the pig you are!" Elza snapped, and laughed. "Chop-chop!"

The other girls had gathered around, eager to see what would happen next.

Piggy saw the anger in Miss Harris' eyes. He started rolling on the floor, groveling at Elza's foot. "Oink oink!" he said.

The girls laughed and pointed at him. "Serves you right, you asshole!" Claudia said. Janet and Emily both kicked him on the side of his body.

Miss Harris said, "these kicks are indeed well-deserved, I think the person who should place them is Elza herself. Elza? Can you kick Piggy's ass?"

Elza was hesitant. She had never done something like this before. But looking into Miss Harris's encouraging eyes, she took a step forward and swung her leg back, her shoe connecting with Piggy's side. The impact was surprisingly satisfying, and the sound of his grunt only spurred her on. She smiled.

"Kiss my shoes!" she snapped.

Piggy looked again at Miss Harris' angry frown. Without a word, his lips touched the tip of the shoe that had just kicked him.

"Thank her!" Claudia said.

"Thank you lady Elza..."

"For what?" Elza said.

Piggy hesitated. Miss Harris let her foot over his head. He quickly said, "for kicking my ass! Thank you!"

"Good boy," Elza said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, get up and fetch me a glass of water, Piggy."

While Piggy hurried to obey Elza's order, Miss Harris spoke.

"Now, girls, this is not the end of his punishment. Years of bullying can't be undone with just a few kicks. So, from now on" -- and she raised her voice, so Piggy could hear her at the water cooler, "I want Piggy to be groveling at Emily's foot at all times; and you, girls, please take any opportunity to kick or slap him anywhere on his body, and to call him any offensive names you feel like."

All girls, and even some of the boys, cheered her words. When Piggy came back and gave a glass of water for Elza, Miss Harris kicked him back to the ground. "Grovel, Piggy, grovel!"

Piggy groveled at Elza's feet, kissing her shoes and apologizing. "I'm so sorry, lady Elza! So sorry!" Elza beamed.

Claudia said, "you asshole!" and kicked Piggy's ass, making his head hit Elza's foot. Elza laughed. Janet also kicked Piggy's ass, and then kicked him again and again, saying "you piece of sh*t!" every time. Elza kept laughing at him while he tried to kiss her shoes but couldn't because of Janet's kicks to his backside.

Elza and Piggy were the last couple in class. Miss Harris felt satisfaction and pride as she sat behind her desk. "Very well, class!"

"Now, I want you to ponder what happened today. You girls have used the boys for your amusement; in Piggy's case, you have punished him. This is as it should be; it is the new order that we are trying to teach with the new curriculum."

She looked at the clock. "We have only a few minutes left. As homework, you are all supposed to take your boys home. Yes, they're not going back to their families this week. You will be taking care of them. And while at home or at school, I want you to keep thinking about, and practicing, how to have more fun with your new toys. Never forget: this is what they are to you now: not boys, but toys. Boytoys, if you want." She chuckled. Hm, we haven't talked about sex yet. I think that'll be for next class.

"Miss Harris!" Janet had raised her hand.

"Yes, dear?"

"They're ours to play? We can do anything we want with them?"

"Yes, of course. And next time you're going to do short 5-minutes report on what you have done with them."

"Hmmm... I kinda liked what Elza did to Piggy, but my Doggie is not such a bad boy."

"That doesn't mean you can't do to him what Elza did to Piggy, Janet. In Elza's case, it's more... therapeutic. She's finally taking revenge for all the bullying, and I want to encourage that. A girl's revenge on a boy is a sacred act, which should be respected and celebrated. But that doesn't mean there's anything you can't do to boys just because you enjoy it, Janet."

"So it's OK to... to... for me to treat Doggie like Elza treats Piggy?"

"Of course it is, Janet!" She turned to the whole class. "You all, girls: your fun is the only thing you should take into account when playing with your boytoys. Don't hold back, don't think of "propriety" or "good manners": just do to your boy whatever feels good, and enjoy it! Your enjoyment is the only consideration here." She added with a smile. "That's what your final score will be based on."

At that moment, the clock rang, signaling the end of today's class. "OK, class dismissed, everybody! See you next week, and, meanwhile, have fun with your new toys!"

Miss Harris smiled as the girls left, happy to see Emily riding Horsie, Janet leading Doggie (on all fours) by his leash, Claudia leading Dummy by his nose, and Elza going nonchalantly while Piggy followed on all fours, trying to kiss her shoes and apologize.

Everything went well, she thought. The girls had fun, and the boys did, too, interestingly enough. But... the fun can go up a notch or two. Next time, Miss Harris thought, I should talk about sex.

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Interesting, I'm curious to read how things developing the next chapter.

Awesome!

Great way to teach the girls xxx

Thanks everybody, especially Mellisa, whose evil bitchiness deserves respect. I wished you were president!

Chap. II is ready, I'll be posting it here presently.

NEW SCHOOL, Chap. II.
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"Good morning, class," Miss Harris announced with a smile as she stepped into the brightly lit classroom. All the girls were there, with their boytoys: Claudia and Dummy, Janet and Doggie, Emily and Horsie, and Elza and Piggy. She was glad to see Dummy sitting on the floor with Claudia's feet on his lap, Doggie on all fours wiggling his butt for Janet to enjoy, Emily sitting on Horsies back, and Piggy groveling at Elza's feet, still apologizing quietly and kissing her shoes. Everything looked perfect.

"Last time, I told you to keep thinking and practicing ways to have fun with your boytoys at home and at school. I wanted you to be creative and come up with new ideas, within the limits of what pleases you. I'd like you now to report on your actions."

Miss Harris scanned the room, her gaze lingering on each pair. She could see the anticipation in the girls' eyes and the trepidation in the boys'. "Let's start with Claudia and Dummy. What did you do, Claudia?"

Claudia sat up straight, her hand casually stroking Dummy's hair. "Well, Miss Harris, I liked flicking his nose last time, so I thought about what I liked in it. I think it was the fact that he did nothing in response: he really wanted me to have fun. So I thought, I'll ask him!"

Miss Harris frowned a little. "You're not supposed to seek input from your toys, Claudia. When you were little, did you ask your dolls what they wanted to play? No--you just used them and created scenes for them to play roles in. Isn't that right?"

Claudia thought a little. "Sure, it's true, but that's because the dolls can't answer. If my toy can answer, then I can use these answers as raw material to start something. I... thought of him as my computer. I can google stuff in my laptop or on my cellphone, and the stuff I google helps me decide what I'll write, or what I'll watch next. Don't we all do this?"

Miss Harris looked approvingly at her. Smart girl, she thought. That is indeed good. "And how did it go?"

"Surprisingly well," Claudia replied, a hint of excitement in her voice. "I told him I wanted him to think about my fun, not his, and asked him what he would do. He thought a little and said, 'you could make fun of me.' We sat at my laptop and googled images for 'girls laughing at boys,' 'girls mocking boys,' 'girls taunting boys' and then 'girls harassing boys' -- this one was Dummy's idea." She patted Dummy's head, making him look pleased. "Most of the photos had nothing to do with what we wanted. The best ones were photos of girls bullying boys at school. That... intrigued me." Claudia looked a little embarrassed. "I saved the most... interesting pictures in my 'School Research' folder." The other girls took notes. The School research folder was shared by all students, and they could go and see what Claudia had found.

"That's great, Claudia! So Dummy was complicit?"

"I... guess you could say that. I thought of it as us looking for interesting things to do on the net."

"And were you inspired?"

"Oh yes! After a while I noticed that, in most photos, the boys looked ridiculous or even pathetic. So I told Dummy I wanted him to look as pathetic and ridiculous as possible. We googled for 'silly boys', 'ridiculous boys' and 'pathetic boys', and got some ideas. I copied some of the best photos to my laptop and he staged the best ones, while I took pictures and made videos. I was laughing and having a great time! We even let the mike on so my laughs were recorded... the results are in the 'School Research' folder."

Miss Harris opened the folder in the classroom's main smartboard touchscreen, next to the blackboard. The photos and videos made her laugh. Dummy wearing a dress and curtsying. Dummy's face with his cheeks firmly held by Claudia's hands, making pouty lips and googly eyes. Dummy smiling with chocolate cake all over his face. Dummy smiling with egg yolk oozing down his face and smiling as stupidly as he could (everybody heard Claudia's recorded voice: "now smile like a retard!" amid uncontrollable giggling); Claudia's hands held the eggshell above his head, showing where she had broken it. Dummy licking egg yolk off the floor ("get all of it, you stupid Dummy!" Claudia's recorded voice said). Claudia kicking Dummy's ass as he licked the yolk ("faster, you useless Dummy! faster!"). A final photo still had him licking the floor, with Claudia making a 'V' sign, her foot his ass. Her smile was so satisfied, she looked like an actor in a TV commercial.

Miss Harris nodded, pleased. "This is excellent, Claudia. You see, girls, the key is to find the joy in the power you have. Dummy here is obviously enjoying this, right Dummy?"

Dummy looked up, his eyes full of admiration for his lady. "Yes, Miss Harris. It's really great to make Lady Claudia happy. I feel like it is... my duty!"

Miss Harris nodded, smiling. "Good, good." She thought it was a good moment to introduce the new topic. She pointed at the final 'V' photo. "You look a bit flustered here, Claudia. Was that all just the physical strain of kicking Dummy's ass, or did you feel... something else?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, of course, sexual feelings. Lust."

Claudia turned bright red, and so did Dummy, both showing that Miss Harris had been right. The whole class fell completely silent. One could have heard a toothpick fall and hit the floor.

Miss Harris nodded and leaned back on her desk. "Am I right, Claudia?"

"... M-m-m-aybe a l-l-little..." Claudia looked down. After all, she had chosen Dummy for herself for a reas0n...

From behind her desk, Miss Harris smiled approvingly. "Oh Claudia, please don't feel embarrassed. Your feelings are perfectly natural. You're a hot-bl00ded young woman, and feeling lust and desire is perfectly fine! In fact, it's something I want to encourage you all to do: embrace your own pleasure! It is, after all, one great way to have fun with your boytoys."

The room was still silent, the tension still palpable. I have to do something to break the ice, Miss Harris thought.

"Dummy! Get your ass over here!"

A couple of girls giggled at this strange way their teacher was referring to one of the students. When Dummy was standing in front of the desk, Miss Harris stood and went to him. Without saying a word, she slapped his ass, and then grabbed it, kneading and groping it a little. Since he had been facing her, all the girls saw what she had done.

"I'm a hot-bl00ded woman, too," Miss Harris said. "I like grabbing a boy's ass just as much as the next lady." These days, she thought, only certified female pedophiles could get a teaching job...

The giggles grew a little more open. Some smiles came from the girls, showing they knew what Miss Harris was talking about.

"Look, all of you have had Sex Ed. You know what to do to avoid pregnancy. And you know that sex is supposed to be fun. But when you think sex, you usually think kissing, and holding each other, and going to bed... This is making love. Let me tell you something about Sex."

"Sex is an instinct. It swells inside of you, takes control, and makes you do things. It's as if you weren't the same pers0n anymore. To let steam off, you do stuff like masturbating" -- one girl gasped at the word -- "or the things we'll see here."

She turned to Dummy. "Hmm, look at this yummy piece of candy! Come on, shake your ass for me, Dummy boy!" The surprise on his face was so complete, the other girls couldn't help giggling. "We should add a photo of him like this to the School Research folder!" someone said.

Janet was watching attentively. "Come on, Dummy! You heard what the lady said! Let's see you shake your ass!"

Slowly, as if in a dream, Dummy started wiggling his hips. Miss Harris slapped it again. "Faster, Dummy!" Miss Harris was imitating one of Claudia's videos. This time, all the girls laughed.

"You see, girls," Miss Harris said, "it's all about having fun and exploring your power. And if you're feeling something down there," she touched her crotch, "that's just your body's way of saying 'yes, keep going!'"

"Boytoys are toys. That means also sex toys." Miss Harris pulled a few dildos and vibrators out of a drawer in her desk. The girls' eyes widened, but after all the sexy talk they were no longer surprised.

"We will talk about more ways to get sexual pleasure from them, though I'm sure some of you have already had experience... But now, let's move on to the next report. Dummy, go back to Claudia. And don't forget to shake your ass as you go -- give us a show! You should always shake your ass as you walk. Think of all the girls who will laugh and mock you!"

The room was now relaxed. Dummy went back to his seat, shaking his ass as Miss Harris had told him to do. Claudia grabbed and squeezed his ass before he sat down at her feet, bringing a smile to Miss Harris' lips. She called the next couple.

"Janet. And Doggie. So, what have you done during last week?" Janet was smart and a little mischievous. Miss Harris was really curious to hear her report.

"Well, Miss, hmmm... I thought, what do dogs usually do? My first idea was eating from a bowl. I told my m0ther, who was reading the newspaper in the couch -- she already knew Doggie was my school project. 'Mom, I think Doggie should eat from a bowl on the floor.'"

"Mom thought a second or two. 'I think we still have a bowl from long ago, when we thought of giving you a dog, but you never liked any of the puppies... Wait a minute, I can find it, it must be in the basement.'" She went out and came back with a pink doggie bowl that even had the word 'doggie' written on it, with a little heart instead of the dot on the 'i'. I was so happy!"

"Now, when we first tried, it wasn't meal time, so I just smashed some crackers into the bowl and told him to eat. He obeyed immediately" -- she petted him, saying 'good doggie!' -- "making my m0ther laugh. 'Ah, I'm so glad you're in a modern school!' she said."

Miss Harris produced a doggie bowl from a drawer in her desk. "Like this one?"

"Yes!"

"Let's do it again here!" the other girls said. "I want to see it in real life!"

Miss Harris had a can of actual dog food in her hands. She opened it and poured the contents on the bowl, putting it on. "Janet?"

Janet understood the unspoken order. "Hey Doggie, go eat your food!" she said. Doggie was already on all fours; he crawled to the doggie bowl and started eating it, as he had in the video in Janet's house. All the girls started laughing and pointing at him.

"Such a good Doggie," said Emily.

"Bark and wiggle your tail, to show how much you like it!" said Claudia. Doggie did.

"From now on you'll always eat like this," said Elza. "We'll leave a bowl at the cafeteria just for you!" she laughed. "You'll eat at Janet's feet!"

"Good Elza, that's the spirit!" said Miss Harris. A mischievous smile came on her lips. She winked at the other girls, and approached Doggie from behind, so he didn't see her coming. Making a little 'V' sign with her fingers, Miss Harris put her right foot on the back of Doggie's head and pushed it down.

Miss Harris was very gentle, but all girls saw the surprise on Doggie's face. "Look at his eyes, big like saucers!" said Emily. "Hey you idiot! Eat faster!" said Claudia. Miss Harris made an OK sign to both of them.

"What you're doing is called 'gentle bullying', and it's something all girls should do to boys: tease, give them orders, and generally be bossy to them. But remember that the key is to enjoy yourselves. If you're not having fun, then what's the point of having a toy?" She smiled. "Now girls, come here, let's see you push his head down."

The girls came and took turns pushing Doggie's head into the bowl. They were less gentle than Miss Harris; Elza pushed so hard Doggie couldn't really eat, and the result was that his face got all dirty and smeared with dog food. Elza laughed.

Miss Harris wanted to reintroduce the theme of sexual gratification. Looking at Doggie with his face dirty, she had an idea.

"Now girls, let's think again about boytoys as sex toys." Janet blushed a little, which did not escape Miss Harris' notice. "Besides barking and waggin their tail, what else are doggies known for?"

"Playing with frisbees?" Janet said, still blushed. She was hiding something...

Doggie, following Emily's orders, was kissing her shoes. "But don't get even a smidge of dog food on my shoes! The goo is for your face, not my shoes!" She laughed, and he barked in agreement.

The other boys seemed... envious of Doggie. Good, thought Miss Harris, everything is going as planned.

"No, Janet. Anything ... else?"

Janet wouldn't speak, so Claudia said, "licking?"

"Yes! Thank you Claudia! Licking." She looked at Janet. "We usually let our dogs lick our hands and faces. But Janet... did you let your Doggie lick something else?"

Janet looked down at the floor, the very figure of embarrassment. The other girls, who were catching on to what Miss Harris meant, were also looking away, except for Elza, who was laughing.

To break this feeling of embarrassment, Miss Harris said to Doggie, "go wash your dirty face, Doggie!" and she pointed at the little sink in one corner of the room. Doggie started crawling towards it. Miss Harris again winked at the other girls, and then kicked Doggie's butt, this time giving it more strength. "Faster!" She smiled, seeing that it worked: Doggie's crawling speed doubled.

The girls all giggled, feeling more relaxed. Even Janet relaxed a bit, though she still looked embarrassed. Miss Harris went to her and hugged her from behind. "Janet, please, don't feel embarrassed! It's natural for a woman to want to have her... pussy... licked. How did it happen?"

"Well... The day before yesterday... Mom wasn't home, she had gone shopping... Doggie and I were playing ball, I was sitting in the comfy armchair and gently throwing a tennis ball, and he went after it, bit it and brought it back... Then once he licked my hand after giving me the ball... And once he let the ball fall between my feet, and he kissed and licked my feet -- I was wearing flip flops..."

"Oh Janet, this is so beautiful and natural..." Miss Harris winked at the other girls. "When my boys kiss my feet, I feel like pulling their faces to my crotch right away!" The girls felt as if they should have been shocked that Miss Harris had 'boys', but actually weren't; after all, women who collected boys at home were not infrequent these days.

Encouraged by Miss Harris' little confession, Janet went on. "So, I... I... I took his face and put it between my legs, and I told him to do it again... I was wearing just a long t-shirt, without underwear... so he immediately went to my pussy,,,:

"And how did you feel?"

"Well... it was pleasant, but it also felt a little awkward. You see, he immediately wanted to insert his tongue" -- Doggie, who was back on all fours next to the teacher's desk, blushed -- "and that's OK, but it's not... it's not..."

"Earth-shattering", Miss Harris completed. "Yes, boys often think like that. But we've all already had Sex Ed, so what should he have done instead? Girls, what's the etiquette for oral sex?"

"He should look for Janet's clitoris," Emily said. "He should start gently with her inner thighs, and slowly move towards her clitoris!" said Claudia.

"That's right!" Miss Harris said. "Not doing that is to be like those boys who think kissing is all about suction -- the harder the better! --, when in fact it's all about gently touching the lips and maybe exploring with the tongue."

"I knew that, too" Janet said. "So I moved his head towards my clitoris and told him what to do... and he did it... and then it became wonderful!"

"Good for you, Janet!" said Miss Harris. "Did you... come?"

A little blushing came back to her cheeks, but this time also a wicked smile. "Yes, Miss Harris, I did! Hehe, his face looked as dirty as when you pressed his face into the doggie bowl."

Miss Harris had a beaming smile on. "That is how it should be, Janet. Remember to take a picture next time to share with us via the School Research folder!"

"But... Can't the whole school see it?"

"Of course! And that's the point. All girls at school should know that Doggie is being used as he should. They should all laugh at him as he walks -- or crawls -- past them."

She turned to face the whole class. "Boys are toys. Boys can be sex toys. Use them in any way you like--and enjoy!" She smiled. "For next class, together with the usual assignment of using the boys for fun, I want each of you to have at least one orgasm with your boytoy, and to report in class how it went."

The boys all looked happy when she said that, and the girls giggled and pulled their boytoys next to their crotches. Except for Elza, who simply let Piggy continue kissing her shoes.

"OK, class, let's move on. Emily and Horsie, you're next! Come to the front of the class."

Emily mounted Horsie, who took her to the front of the class. She had a metal crop (during the week, the little school shop started selling crops of all kinds), which she used on Horsie's butt every time he slowed down. Miss Harris looked on, approvingly.

"So, what have you been doing?"

"Look down," Emily said to Horsie, and he looked down. "We've been training horse-riding, so now I feel comfortable sitting on his back for up to one hour (and he seems to like it, too) and do exercises, like walking, trotting, racing... Of course it isn't perfect -- 'racing' is just walking a little faster, to be honest -- but I love to mock him when he doesn't perform."

"What do you call him?"

"Well, all kinds of things..." She looked a little peevish. "I like to go further than Claudia or Janet, so I call him 'piece of sh!t' or 'asshole' or 'worthless garbage' ... He seems to like it, right Horsie?" Horsie neighed, and nodded emphatically. "Look at some of the videos in the School Research folder".

Miss Harris played one. In it, Emily was sitting on Horsie, hitting him on his butt with the crop and telling him to go faster. "Come on, you piece of sh!t! Are you a retard? Go faster!" Unlike Claudia or Janet, Emily didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. Instead, she either smiled, winked, or blew air kisses. Horsie looked at her, pride visible in his eyes.

"Nice video, Emily! But both of you are in it. Who recorded it? Your mom? Or did you set a timer?"

"No, no -- it was Horsie's m0ther. She came to visit, after the school assigned Horsie to me as my project. She and mom watched as I trained him. She was very happy to see what I was doing. 'I'm so glad my s0n is in the new school! He's learning how to be attentive to girls and their needs. This makes my heart melt!' Every time I mocked him, mom laughed, and Horsie's mom looked askance at him. 'Be a better horsie, dear! Emily is doing so much for you!'"

Miss Harris, just as the other girls in class, giggled at this comment. Sometimes it was easy to see that she was also having a lot of fun as a teacher.

"Horsie's m0ther also helped me in getting him in the right mindset for training. She told me all the things that embarrass him, and I use them to make him blush and do as I say. It's soooo much fun to see him blush!"

"Things like what?" Miss Harris was curious.

"Well... You see, his penis is rather small."

"Ah! So you call him 'tiny'?"

"Yes! And little wee-wee, and baby dick, and clitty boy..." Emily looked proud.

"Well, I think it's time to show us this little wonder... Girls, have you noticed how the new uniform for boys in this school has elastic, relaxed fit pants? This is to make it easier for girls to grab the boy's asses or dicks or balls inside, or to pull down their pants to show all those body parts. Horsie, you can speak now. Get up and stand in front of your lady Emily."

Horsie quickly did as he was told.

"Try it Emily." She put her hand inside his pants, and grabbed his ass. There was no underwear -- the school uniform rules were very specific on the topic. She then grabbed his tiny cock, and played a little with it.

"This way, we can't really see what you're doing, Emily. Pull his pants down!"

Emily started doing so, slowly and awkwardly. Miss Harris quickly came closer.

"No, not like that. Like this:" And Miss Harris, in one quick, strong swoop, pulled down his pants, leaving his penis and balls swaying a little. Horsie immediately covered himself with his hands.

"No Horsie! Bad, bad Horsie! We want to see how small your dick is, and we can't if you hide it!" said Emily.

"It's alright, Horsie. You don't need to be shy," Miss Harris said soothingly. "It's all part of the learning process." She took his hands away and gave his penis a little shake, making the girls giggle. "Look, everyone! This is what a tiny penis looks like! It's cute, isn't it?"

Miss Harris gave it another little shake. It was now completely erect -- and yet it was the size of her little finger, which she put next to it for comparison. Looking at the girls, she laughed. "See what Emily has to deal with? Hey, why don't you all come closer?" And, to Horsie: "Don't forget to agree and thank the ladies, Horsie! You have to help them grow."

Horsie nodded. "Yes, Miss Harris, understood."

The girls were laughing and playing with his penis.

"What a tiny cock, Horsie!"

"Yes, lady Claudia, that's true. Thank you." Lady Emily smiled, happy at her Horsie's behavior.

"Hey, Horsie, you should be ashamed of your cock! It's a worthless piece of garbage!"

"Yes, lady Janet, that's true. And I am ashamed. Thank you! Sorry for my tiny cock." The girls were now laughing uncontrollably. Good, thought Miss Harris, that's as it should be.

"You and your piece of sh!t penis! Go to hell!" said Elza.

"Yes, lady Elza, that's true. Thank you very much for sending me to hell!" Elza slapped his face, making Miss Harris look a bit worried.

But Horsie defused the situation: "Thank you very much for slapping me, lady Elza, that's what I deserve for my tiny cock. You're right." Elza smiled, and patted his head. Phew! thought Miss Harris. She made a mental note to praise Horsie in his evaluation. It seems the time spent with Emily is really helping him become a good boy.

"Thank you, Emily and Horsie, that will be all. Elza?"

The girl looked up at Miss Harris, a glint of defiance in her eyes.

"Are you angry, Elza?"

"Of course I am! That sh!tfaced pigfucker..."

"Good, Elza. He deserves being called that. Let's make him agree and thank you."

"Yeah, that's good, but... but he likes it! I didn't enjoy any of his bullying! Why should he enjoy my revenge?"

Hm, thought Miss Harris. Elza is indeed an intelligent and thoughtful girl. Now, how can I answer that in a way that helps her?...

"You're a pretty girl, Elza. Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

She looked a little angry. "No. So what?"

"Boys are very clumsy, awkward beings. They do things that go against their best interests all the time. I... I think Piggy's bullying may have been because he wanted your attention."

Elza was an all-A, nerdy student. She wasn't very much into romance. "Again, so what? I'm not obliged to do things that he'll also like! And his bullying hurt me, not him!"

Miss Harris thought quickly. "Do you think he's not sincere?"

"He gets an erection! Once he came while I beat him with a cane!"

"Hmmm... So you've been doing some more violent things, haven't you?"

"Of course! I wanted him to suffer like I did!"

"Why don't we ask him about his sincerity?"

"Ask him?" Elza sneered. "He'll lie."

"Well, we can only see if we try, can't we?" She turned to Piggy, who was still groveling at Elza's foot. "Piggy, stand up."

Piggy had heard the exchange. He stood up.

"How do you feel about Elza? Be sincere!"

Piggy had a feeling of how important this was. Unfortunately, he was not really very gifted as a speaker. "I... I... I like... hmmm... love... I know it sounds dumb, but I..." He looked at Miss Harris, with the weird feeling of not knowing what to do. His lips started trembling. "I... I... She is so... I think... I..."

Suddenly, Piggy started crying, which surprised even Elza. It was the first time she saw him cry. "I don't know what to say! I don't know what the right words are! She says I'm lying, she won't believe me! I did so many stupid things to her, I deserve it, I deserve it, I deserve it! I deserve her words, her anger, her kicks" A wailing sound came out of his mouth. "What can I say? Miss Harris, please! What can I say? I am suffering, it's true! I'm going through hell! Please tell her! Tell her it's working!" Tears were falling from his eyes like raindrops, creating rivulets on his face; now they were falling off his face, and hitting the ground, accumulating in a puddle.

The atmosphere had changed completely. Everybody else in class was silent. This is serious, Janet thought. Oh my God! Claudia thought; poor boy! Emily looked interested.

"I wished I had never done any of these things!" Piggy went on. "I wished I had never... met someone so cool as Elza. I... Miss Harris! Please!" Damn, Miss Harris thought. What do I say now? Why didn't I pay more attention during the boys' psychology course?...

Elza extended her arm, and touched Piggy's face. He looked as if a small amount of static electricity had hit him. She took one of his tears, and brought it to her lips. It tasted salty, she thought, as if surprised. Yes, I know they taste salty, mine do, too, and I cried so much every time he bullied me... except this time, she was also strangely aroused. A part of her mind that kept being funny against all odds thought, I'm having the strangest boner right now.

"It's the same tears, isn't it?" Elza said. "The same tears I cried when you called me an ugly cow. The same tears when you made me stumble and fall, and then laughed at me. Do you know how much I cried?"

These words just made him cry harder, the tears now looking like an avalanche on his face. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Miss Harris, help!"

Elza lowered her eyes. "You could have talked to me," she said in a low voice.

"I was afraid! You... you were always studying, always working on your computer, or reading something... I... what could I give you that you didn't already have?"

Even Miss Harris looked surprised at these words. Maybe Piggy is a little more complicated than the simpleton he looks like?

"How do you know what I have, or what I want, without asking me?"

Piggy just went on crying and wailing. He now looked like an anima! who had just broken his leg.

"I like your groveling too, you piece of sh!t! I just don't ... didn't know what it meant to you!"

Hearing her call him "piece of sh!t" caught his attention. The flimsiest signs of a smile seemed to be forming on the corners of his lips.

"If... if I look like I enjoy it... well, I do a little... but I am also really sorry, Elza! Lady Elza, I mean. Can't both things be right?" Piggy was panting, as if he had just done physical work for hours. With all the groveling, and now the crying, maybe he actually had.

"Piggy is right in that it is possible for us to have more than one feeling at the same time," said Miss Harris. "I think what Piggy is trying to say is that he likes and admires you, and that he's sorry he couldn't find a better way to express his admiration, both sincerely... and because your contempt for him turns him on." Miss Harris chuckled when she saw Piggy's thankful face looking at her. She made a gesture to him, indicating that he should get back on the floor, groveling at Elza's feet. He did, and quickly resumed kissing her shoes.

Elza looked at him groveling, surprised like a girl who found something other than what she expected in her Christmas present. What a strange little guy, she thought. Almost as strange as me. She looked at Miss Harris. "Well, I do despise him! That is true. I want to change his name from Piggy to Pig Sh!t."

"Oh Elza!" Miss Harris went quickly to her and gave her a warm hug. By mistake, she also stepped on Piggy's -- Pig Sh!t's -- back, but she was more concerned with Elza. "That's a wonderful choice! Let's do it right now!"

Miss Harris got the post-its and the scotch tape, while Elza wrote "Pig Sh!t!" on it -- capitals, exclamation point, and all underlined. She also drew a little stinky turd next to the name. "How about that?" Elza was now smiling. The other girls, still worried, began to relax.

"Beautiful, beautiful!" Elza applied the post-it to his forehead, and slapped him on both cheeks. "That's what you are, Pig Sh!t!" Elza said, as Miss Harris added the scotch tape.

"Yes, lady Elza. I'm Pig Sh!t. Just Pig Sh!t, nothing else. Thank you for showing everybody my real name! Thank you, thank you!"

"Fuck you, Pig Sh!t!" Elza flipped him the bird.

For a second, Pig Sh!t was confused. Miss Harris whispered to him, "the right thing now would be to agree, to thank her, and to kiss her middle finger."

Pig Sh!t's head cleared. "Oh yes I will, lady Elza! Thank you very much!" and he respectfully kissed the tip of her middle finger, eliciting a giggle of glee from Elza.

"Take off your clothes, Pig Sh!t! I want you groveling naked!" Elza said.

He did, and thanked her. "Yes, lady Elza, that is the proper way to grovel! Thank you!"

Elza was now laughing. Miss Harris took advantage of their play to say, "and now, class, I don't want to hear anyone refer to this boy by any name other than Pig Sh!t! Understood?"

"Yes, Miss Harris!" all girls said, followed by the other boys.

Elza was still giggling at Pig Sh!t, who was now licking the underside of her right shoe. A picture of newfound harmony, a common purpose! Miss Harris thought. She made a mental note to help their new relationship thrive and bloom.

"Well class," Miss Harris said, looking at the clock. "We're almost at the end of our class again. So let me quickly recapitulate: you will continue your projects, each playing with her boytoy. But next time, I want also to hear something sexier -- not just what you did to establish dominance, but how aroused that made you feel, and what you did about that arousal. OK?"

"OK, Miss Harris!" the girls answered.

"Also -- just as Elza did, come up with sexier names for your boytoys! After all, this is about having fun. Mocking them in a sexy way increases the fun, right? By the way, there is no problem if they're naked in class. Remember: boy's bodies belong to girls, not to boys. They have no right to deny or refuse anything we ask. So please do..."

Miss Harris was interrupted by the bell. The girls stood up and left, followed by their boytoys. Elza took advantage to kick Pig Sh!t's ass (funny, I can't think of it as a 'butt' anymore, Miss Harris thought) and tell him to go fuck himself again. He thanked and followed her, on all fours, stark naked, his penis wobbling as he crawled after his lady.

Miss Harris sighed. Well, this was an unexpectedly difficult class... but it looks like everything ended up well. Oh Goddess, what is it going to be like next class?...

I would LOVE to be a boy in this school! This story is SO GOOD!

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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Thanks to all for their supportive comments! The next chapter will take a little longer, because I (don't we all) have other important stuff to do IRL. But I keep thinking about this story and writing down notes on it, so if you are patient, you will be rewarded.

Great work asehpe, very creative. I was unable to keep my hands off myself. Can't wait for the next installment.

This is very creative.

Here is the third installment. I'm trying to go for realism, inasmuch as possible in this context... if you have advice or suggestions, let me know. Otherwise, enjoy!

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Chap. 3

"Good morning, class," Miss Harris announced with a smile as she stepped into the brightly lit classroom. All the girls were there, with their boytoys: Claudia and Dummy, Janet and Doggie, Emily and Horsie, and Elza and Piggy. She was pleased to see the girls dressed in more casual clothes, still within the school regulations but let uptight than they had been before. They were also sitting more comfortably, in various poses, while their boytoys were on the ground, looking down, waiting for orders. Emily's foot was on her boytoy's back, who was on all fours, apparently happy to be her footrest.

Miss Harris felt like commenting on this. "Last time, I asked you to come up with sexier ideas for using your boytoys -- at least one orgasm! Also, you would come up with sexier mocking names for them. I see you've been practicing -- I can see that by the way you're sitting." Miss Harris sighed. "In the old days, before the coming of the Goddess, boys used to sit with their legs spread out, and girls tried to keep theirs closed at all times. Boys occupied more space, girls less... isn't that crazy?"

The girls smiled.

"Nowadays, boys are supposed to sit with their legs closed or crossed, while you girls can spread as much as you want. And I see you're doing just that!" In fact, Claudia, wearing the school miniskirt, was had her legs spread out, showing her fancy underwear with lots of little red hearts; Janet had one foot on the floor, and the other on her seat, so she could hug her own leg; this showed less of her underwear than in Claudia's case, but Miss Harris did notice it showed exactly the point where her vagina was. Emily, well... Emily wasn't wearing underwear. She had lazily put both legs on the glass desk in front of her, and one hand on top of her vagina, lazily playing with her pubic hairs... The boys weren't looking at her, or at any of the girls; clearly they had been told to look down at the floor. But the drops of perspiration on their foreheads made clear they knew what their ladies were doing. So, if Emily sighed discreetly, they started shivering, imagining the motivation for that sound.

Elza, however, was again marching to a different beat. Her legs, though spread ajar, were not really occupying all available space as was the case of the other girls, and she was wearing black underwear. This conveyed, in some strange way, a defiance that matched the expression in her eyes. Miss Harris raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.

"In the old days, spreading your legs was supposed to be some sort of invitation. It could even be risky, or so the boys said then... But today, this sitting stance is a mark of power. The power of the vagina!" Miss Harris wrote the word 'Vagina' on the blackboard. "Ever since the Goddess came to us, we have known that the vagina is the source of all sexual power, and therefore of all spiritual power of any kind. The Goddess wanted the vagina to be worshipped for that reason; and so, She created the boys, who, desperate for not having a vagina, were fascinated by it, and had as their mission to worship it in the girls around them. A boy is an instrument used by the Goddess to worship the vagina."

The girls nodded in agreement. They remembered having heard this stuff in the Sex Ed class, and it was coming up more and more often in popular media.

"Which is why I wanted you to think more about sex with your boytoys, girls. Remember: when you use them to have orgasms, you are following the law of the Goddess. You are making the world more harmonious and balanced; you are helping repair it after centuries and millennia of ignorant destruction. It is a sacred mission. You are rebuilding the world on a better foundation, in a more beautiful pattern, one orgasm at a time!"

"And the boys don't matter, right?" Janet said.

"Right! They don't. The point is the vagina orgasming. A vaginal orgasm is not just lots of fun, it's also a way to improve the world, to make it be as it should be. Boys' orgasms are irrelevant in the matter. Personally, I prefer not to have them orgasm, because it is a waste of time: it does nothing to help."

"Still..." Claudia said. "Some penises are yummy. Shouldn't we play with them?"

"Of course you should! By all means, play with all the penises you want, as often as you want. Just don't consider getting them off a necessity, because it's not. Besides, do you see any yummy penises here?"

Claudia looked at all the boys. Miss Harris snapped her fingers: "Pull down!" and all girls pulled down their boytoys' pants. The swinging penises resulting from this action didn't look particuarly yummy.

"Indeed, they're all average, except for Horsie's who is below normal. Shall we check?"

Miss Harris again snapped her fingers. "Come to the front of the class! Chop-chop boys!"

The naked boys all lined up at the front of the class.

"Now, what can we say about their penises?"

"They're all small! Especially Horsie's!"

"True. In fact, in accordance with new school regulations, boys are supposed to have their erect penis size registered. It needs to be part of their ID. Have you done that yet, boys?"

The boys looked sheepishly at the floor.

"I thought so... Girls, I have some measuring tape. Let's see what their sizes are!"

The girls came to the front. Each took some tape, and started measuring the boys. Miss Harris had told them to put their hands behind their heads so as not to disturb or annoy the girls.

"4 inches... 3 1/2... Horsie has 2 inches! Now 3 3/4... 4 1/4..."

"Yeah, all below 5. I knew that already," Miss Harris said. "That's why they're officially boytoys -- their penises are below the 5-inch mark. Those that surpass this mark become Dildos, and go to special classes to learn how to please a woman with their penises. But those who don't... are just boytoys. They're also supposed to apologize."

The boys looked a bit surprised. They hadn't heard about that.

"Yes!" said Janet. "By the way, Doggie's new name is now Baby Dick. He's not the smallest of all, but he's still quite small!" she and the other girls laughed at him, pointing at his tiny penis. "Hey Baby Dick, apologize!"

Miss Harris praised Janet, and then said: "Yes, do apologize. Every one of you boys, apologize to all the girls for having a small penis. Every time you meet a new girl, you'll tell her that your penis is smaller than average and then you'll apologize. This is part of school rules now. Failure to apologize for one's small dick will cause after class detention."

"Every day, remind your boytoys of how tiny and worthless their penises are, and remind them to apologize. If possible, punish them for it! It is, after all, their fault. It will soon be in our country's law that a boy is legally responsible for the smallness of his penis." The girls laughed, making gestures to show how small the boys' penises were. "Let's make them pay for it! Legal punishment! 10 lashes!"

Miss Harris smiled. "You're kidding now, but this is serious business. To enforce our dominant position, we need boys to accept that their inferiority is a natural thing -- a genetic predisposition, as it were, but also a moral failure, since they are disappointing the expectations of every woman who will ever use them. They should feel both that this is the way they are -- inferior -- so that they can enjoy giving you pleasure in other ways, and that it is their fault, their shame. They should feel ashamed and guilty. And punishing them, while reminding them of how ridiculous their little dicks are, achieves this effect: it creates a little trauma around their penis size that will bring shame to them and make them blush, maybe cry, when the size of their penises is mentioned, which is the desired end result."

"Ahn?" said Janet. "We're deliberately... traumatizing them?"

Miss Harris was going to react, but Emily was faster. "Yes, silly. Because if they feel this shame, then their efforts to pleasure us in other ways will be all the more passionate, which increases the chances of us having more and better orgasms. And if we get more and better orgasms, we are contributing towards improving the world!"

"Right," said Miss Harris. "As beings whose existence revolves around worshipping the vagina, they should feel ashamed for any specific body trait that makes it more difficult for them to worship, i.e. to pleasure, girls. In that sense, their shame is also well-deserved, as their tiny penises are obstacles to our sexual satisfaction that keep the world from improving." She winked. "Break their egos all you want, if that increases their response and our resulting sexual happiness. And in this way, we all praise the Goddess."

"Do you see now how important that is, girls? To use boys for our orgasms?"

The girls nodded. Elza's nod was less sincere, and some defiance stayed in her eyes. 'I wonder what that means,' Miss Harris thought.

"So now let's review what you've done this week, and the new names of your boytoys! You have all read the new sex ed textbooks, right? It should be full of ideas." The girls nodded. "Why don't you start, Claudia?"

Claudia stood up and went to the front of the class, followed by her boy Dummy, whose eyes were lowered. "Hi everybody! You know, I like sex."

The girls giggled. Who didn't?

"So here's how I interpreted the advice to use boys sexually: They should be like sex toys, things we use to become aroused, or to increase arousal, or to intensify orgasms. So their training should be about how to make us feel good."

Claudia smiled and went on. "I read about all the various options in the sex ed textbook, and chose those that please me more. These involve touching, caressing, kissing... licking..."

Miss Harris smiled, having already guessed where this was going. "Yes?"

"So I decided..." Claudia looked a bit embarrassed, so Miss Harris came close and put a hand on her shoulder. "I decided to change his name to Ass Kisser."

Miss Harris smiled broadly, and a melodious laughter came from the other girls. "Great idea, Claudia!" Janet said. "I love it!" Emily said. Elza was silent. Miss Harris took the marker, the post-its, and the scotch tape. "Let's make it official now, Claudia!"

Claudia wrote "Ass Kisser" on the post-it, dotting it with a small heart, as was her custom. Her boytoy was already kneeling in front of her. Miss Harris applied the post-it to his forehead, and Claudia applied the tape to fix it in place. "Good!" Miss Harris said; then, turning to the boys: "Next time, you boys will get school shirts and bandanas with your names on them, so we don't have to use such primitive means."

"Yes Miss Harris," the boys said.

They had vague smiles on their faces. Miss Harris was always intrigued by how easy it was to get boys to like their new station in life. Things are running smoothly, she thought.

"So, what have you done to Ass Kisser?"

"I taught him to use his hands, fingers, lips, and tongue in all ways that I like best. These I had figured about before by myself, but he of course knew nothing about that... so it took some time. He didn't know where to lick, and needed lots of instructions..."

"So you taught him how to lick your pussy?"

"Oh YES I did. And after hours of practice, he finally became really good at it -- there's a video in the 'School Research' folder showing him before and after. The difference is amazing!" She sighed. "By the end of it, I got so turned on when he started licking, a couple of times I even... used his face."

"So," Miss Harris said, "you 'face-fucked' him?"

"Yes," Claudia blushed, but Miss Harris' words had calmed her down. "I... turned him around, sat him on the floor so that his head was at the appropriate height, and then I placed myself so that my pussy was on top of his face, and I started... humping it." She paused.

The other girls made approving noises. "Woo-hoo, well done, Claudia!" Claudia winked and bowed to them, like an actor in a theater play. "Thank you for your support!" she said with a fake innocent smile. The girls clapped.

"And," Claudia said, "he liked it too, because, without me saying anything, he opened his mouth and swallowed my girlcum when I came. And boy did I come!" She giggled. "Isn't he a good boy?" She smiled at him.

"I loved to hear him swallow! The next time, I did it in front of a mirror, and it was soooo hot to see him open his mouth and swallow everything, making a silly horny face with a stupid smile! I had to laugh. 'You're such a loser!' I said to him. He thanked me." She giggled again.

Claudia stopped, and sighed. She breathed in.

"Yet, great as that was, there's more. I wanted him to learn to massage me in all ways, from head to toe. So he spent a long time doing that, learning about massage from books, and from me telling him what felt good. This made him familiar with every inch of my body. He even read a book on anatomy to know which muscles were under my skin, to trace and follow them. Very relaxing!"

"Now, since licking my pussy had improved his licking sk!lls, I started using it also elsewhere. My armpits; my feet... my butt..." She sighed. "I think I really liked his tongue in my butt. I didn't think I would like it, but it seems to have... scratched some itch I didn't know I had. Or maybe it was how sincerely he liked it. I once was lying down in bed, with him kissing my ass. He slowly moved to my anus, as if it were the most natural thing to do. He kissed it lovingly, like it was a dream of his... I had very little to correct... and I just lay down and enjoyed his kisses."

"Then he started slowly licking, and playing with the tip of his tongue... It wasn't orgasm-inducing, but it felt so cozy, so warm... so... natural..." She had slowly closed her eyes, and her voice had become softer, with a slight whisper-like quality to it. Imitating Emily, Claudia let her hands find their way into her miniskirt. A quiet moan escaped her lips. "I felt... worshipped, I felt so... loved..."

The other girls and boys were listening attentively to every word. Someone gulped, and someone else wiped her forehead, as if getting rid of sweat that wasn't there (the school air conditioning was flawless).

"You can also sit on his face, it facilitates this particular activity..." Miss Harris said, her heart also racing. Hm, she thought, it feels like Claudia could have a career writing erotic fiction. A little more style, perhaps, and more details... Maybe add a .gif of the author touching herself to the audiobook...

"Oh, I did that to him, too!" Suddenly her voice sounded more sassy and mischievous, but also more relaxed. "It feels a little less intimate, but also fun! I sat on his chest, spread my... butt and told him to go to town. 'Passion!' I said. He kissed and kissed, thanking me for this chance to express his inner self. I giggled and sat right on top of his face, capturing his tongue and his nose. I told him to lick with the flat of his tongue, and then to keep it inside. I moved sideways. I felt like laughing wickedly, like an evil queen. I think I actually did! Oh, that was so exciting!"

Another gulp. With a smirk on her face, Miss Harris saw that it came from one of the boys, and also that all the boys had their penises fully erect, even though, following the rules, they kept their eyes down. 'I think this will be an easy batch,' she thought to herself.

"In fact," Claudia went on, "when we were coming to school today, we stopped at a pharmacy so I could by some tylenol, and then..." she smiled wickedly. "We saw a chair that looked like a toilet seat, except there was no seat under it. I think it is used to help people who have... toilet problems?" She rolled her eyes. "But Ass Kisser here was looking at it with fascination, and then I saw what idea he had. I petted his head and said 'good boy!'" She laughed coquettishly. Another gulp was heard, then a few giggles from the other girls.

What a great idea, Miss Harris thought. "This is the perfect equipment for you to continue improving Ass Kisser's sk!lls, Claudia. I'll make sure you can buy the chair for your project with school money, and you'll get extra points for it."

"Thank you, Miss Harris!"

"This also looks like a great position for him to apologize for his small penis, Claudia. Tell him to do that before he starts the main action." Claudia nodded.

"Well, that was a great report, Claudia! I'm so glad you're researching what boys are for!" Miss Harris giggled, together with the girls. "And so... deeply!" She giggled again. "But let's move on. Who's next? Janet?"

"Yes!"

Janet stood up and walked to the front of the class. Baby Dick, her boytoy, came after her, his eyes down and his hands behind his back.

"The first thing to do," Miss Harris said, "is to change his name." She gave Janet the post-its and the markers. Janet wrote "Baby Dick!" with an exclamation point, and drew a little baby face with a pacifier next to it. Miss Harris hid a smile behind her hand. "Great! Now..." Janet fixed the post-it on Baby Dick's forehead, and Miss Harris applied the scotch tape.

"Now give us your report, Janet. What did you to do Baby Dick last week?"

"Well.." Janet hesitated. "I also had Baby Dick do a lot of licking and caressing, but after Claudia's beautiful description, there's little I can add... However, this wasn't my main concern." Janet blew a little kiss to Baby Dick, who blushed slightly while still keeping his eyes on the floor.

"I'm more of a comedian, I think," Janet went on. "A lot of the enjoyment of toying with boys is that they're silly and funny. That's why I liked to see Dog-- Baby Dick as a doggie. He looked so silly, I was always one step away from laughing out loud!" She winked. "My avatar is the LMAO emoji!"

"So, you had him do silly, funny things for you?"

"YES!" Her tone was serious, but her face had a playful expression. "The funnier the better! We did some research on the internet about funny things he could do, and I must say Baby Dick made some great suggestions himself. He was very much a part of the team!" Janet laughed. "On the internet, it mostly was called 'hum!liation', but the basic idea was to get the women laughing at the boys, which is exactly what I wanted."

"And what ideas did you actually use?"

"Well... We had started with him as a doggie, right? So last time I had him eat doggie food from a doggie bowl... we went on doing the same this last week, but I soon felt that the interesting thing was not him being a doggie, but him being silly. So we began to do research. We noted down the interesting ideas."

"The first thing I tried was to make him grovel at my feet. I told him to speak with a retard's voice, and to kiss my shoes. He did. Then I told him to lie down, and rested my shoes on his face. 'Lick the soles,' I told him. 'Thank you lady Janet,' he said, and started licking."

Janet smirked. "My shoes weren't very dirty, because the floor wasn't so bad. And it was funny to see him so adoringly licking the soles of my shoes... but I thought it would be even funnier if there was more for him to lick off. So I went to the kitchen to get some cookies. I dropped one on the floor, and stepped on it. 'See, Dog... Baby Dick? It broke! Now eat it!' And he dutifully ate the cookie from the floor." She petted Baby Dick, who blushed with pride.

"Then I told him to lick the crumbs off my shoes. His eyes were like saucers, but his smile was a mile long, and he said 'Thank you Lady Janet!' in such a devoted tone of voice, I had to laugh. 'Come on, these shoes aren't going to lick themselves!' I raised one foot. He tried to lie on his belly and lick the crumbs on the sole, but this position was uncomfortable for me, and he could barely reach any. So I said, 'on your back!' and placed my shoe right on his face, twisting his nose a little. 'Zank you, Lady Shanet!' he said." The other girls giggled. "Then he licked the cookie crumbs. 'Eat it!' I said. He swallowed the crumbs. I was smiling. 'You look like a fucking doormat!' I said. He smiled."

"Then I thought boots might be even better for this kind of exercise. I went to my wardrobe. I had a couple of wellies and uggs, but I decided to wear army boots. They look more bad-ass!" she laughed. "I came back, stepped on another cookie, and told him to lick again. He looked surprised, but had a big idiotic smile on his face. 'Come on, doormat! Put that tongue of yours to good work!'"

The girls laughed. "That is very good," Miss Harris said. "You're re-!nforc!ng the hierarchy. You--superior, he--inferior. You--laugh, he--laughed at. You--in control, he--ridiculous loser. If this is combined with his guilt and trauma about his small penis, the result is more adoration, and more subm!ss!on." Miss Harris sighed. "There's something deeply archetypal about a boy licking a girl's boot soles. It's one of these things that are both deep and accessible, funny and solemn, odd and natural, a joke and a promise... It is as it should be, if you follow me." The girls didn't really follow her -- they lacked the theoretical foundations of cultural studies -- but they liked her words nonetheless.

Miss Harris sighed, and tried to be less complicated. "It is even better if you make them lick stuff that is not food, stuff that reinforces their lowly position. Dirt, mud..." She left the list incomplete on purpose. Baby steps, she thought. "Did you try having him lick dirt off your boot soles?"

"No, but that sounds like an excellent concept!" Janet was excited. "That would make a real doormat of him! I could come back home with dirty soles, he would be waiting by the door, I would just lift each boot above his ugly face and he would clean it with his tongue!" She was so happy with the idea, she started clapping.

"Sure, that's a great idea! Would you like to try?" Janet looked nervously at her shoe soles, wondering if they were dirty enough. Luckily, her left shoe looked appropriate. "Yes, Miss Harris!"

Janet looked at Baby Dick, who immediately lay down on the floor in front of her. She positioned her dirty shoe on his face, and he started licking it as if it were ice cream. His tongue quickly became dark.

"That's the spirit," said Miss Harris. "Now wipe it on his tongue and cheeks, to make him look more like a doormat."

Janet did as she said, and couldn't help giggling at him. The other girls, who had come close, said: 'Look, his tongue and face are all dirty! He looks like a bum!" Giggles. "Hey, hobo, say 'thank you'!" Baby Dick immediately thanked Janet. "I'm honored to eat the dirt off your shoes, Lady Janet. Thank you for this opportunity!"

Miss Harris said, with a serious voice: "Don't forget to swallow the dirt, Baby Dick. Or you'll lose points off your final score!"

Baby Dick looked a bit surprised, but there was also a wicked grin on his face. "Yes, Miss Harris," he said, and swallowed the dirt that was already in his mouth, much to Janet's delight.

"But... isn't this unhealthy for him? Won't he get sick?" Claudia said.

Miss Harris turned to her. "Maybe, Claudia, but that is not Janet's concern. That's why we have nurses at school. If Baby Dick gets sick, Janet can send him to the nurse. She'll take care of him, and send him back to Janet as soon as he is well again. With all the medical progress of the last years, such conditions are mostly easy to treat."

Turning now to all girls, Miss Harris added: "A boy should never refuse to do what a girl tells him to do, no matter what the consequences. If a girl tells a boy to eat garbage, that's what he has to do. If he gets food poisoning from it, he should simply go to the nurse's office and ask for help. But he should never -- NEVER! -- question anything a girl tells him to do. Her amusement is more important than his discomfort."

"Girls," Miss Harris said, "I want you all to train your boytoys to lick the soles of all your footwear, especially if dirty. Assign them doormat duties a few times per week. This way, they will get used to eating disgusting things, which will come in handy later." These last words raised a few eyebrows, but nobody said anything.

"May I continue?" Janet said. She obviously had more to report.

"Of course, Janet. Go on. So you didn't spend the week teaching your boy to lick your boots?"

"Oh, I did, but not only that. I wanted to make him as silly and ridiculous as possible, so we also played with all kinds of costumes. I made him wear a ballerina outfit, a miniskirt, a donkey head, hooker make-up... and I told him to speak with a retarded accent. It was so goddamn funny! There are several videos in the 'School Research' folder if you girls are interested."

Miss Harris made a mental note to watch this videos to determine the breadth of Janet's imagination. "That's excellent, Janet!"

"Thank you, Miss Harris! In fact... Once, when he was wearing the donkey head, I made him strip naked -- except for the donkey head of course -- and told him to go around in all fours, braying like a real dOnkey. It was so goddamn funny!" Her little cute wicked smile was adorable, Miss Harris thought, and obviously so did Baby Dick.

"Then I had the idea of kicking his ass. As he was walking on all fours, naked and braying like a donkey, I got behind him and kicked his ass with full strength. He made a noise of surprise, and brayed even more. It was so funny, I kept kicking him! He tried to escape, but he was in all fours, so I was faster and could always position myself as to kick him again! Then the door opened, and mom, who had been buying groceries, came back. Ah! the look of surprise on her face when she opened the door and saw Baby Dick with a donkey head looking at her, while I kicked his ass as hard as I could!" She sneered at Baby Dick, who again blushed slightly. "It was so much fun!" Her sneer was strangely warm and cute, so Baby Dick relaxed and smiled. The thought that it had been fun for her also made him feel proud. "Mom laughed hard, and her groceries fell on the floor. I immediately turned to Baby Dick and said, 'See what you did, you fucking piece of sh!t? Go get the groceries, and apologize to mom!" And he did!' She giggled again. Winking at the other girls, she added, "it's file donkey15.mp4 if you're interested!"

"Mom suggested I could take advantage of his small penis to make him even more laughable," Janet went on. "So I had him dance for us in crotchless panties, like a ballerina, with his arms stretched up over his head and walking on the tips of his feet, making pirouettes. My mom couldn't stop laughing! I made him move his hips up and down so as to make his little pee-pee turn around... mom laughed so hard! 'Look, what a baby dick he has! but he still can use it!' I liked so much, both of us started calling him Baby Dick at home."

"And that's how he got his new name," said Miss Harris. "Very good, Janet! Now, you also kicked his ass, which earns you points." Miss Harris wrote something on her class notebook. "But you do know you can also kick him anywhere you want?"

"Yeah... I think so..." Janet said.

"You can even kick his balls if you feel like."

Janet frowned. "But doesn't this cause too much damage?"

Miss Harris sighed. Always the same questions... I should have a leaflet with the answers printed and brought to school for immediate distribution. "Actually, a boy's testicles are not as fragile as they seem; they can take a lot of pressure without rupturing or anything. It's certainly painful for them, but so what? It makes them make delightfully funny faces, which we can laugh at. Also, it reinforces the hierarchy: I-kick, he-falls down in pain, I-superior, he-inferior. If we add a few harsh words, this can add significantly to their trauma about their small penises, which will make them more docile and ready to take whatever we want them to take."

"Here, let's make an experiment. Janet, stand here. Baby Dick, stand up in front of her, and spread your legs." Both did as they were told. "Now, Janet, kick Baby Dick's... baby dick as hard as you can."

Janet seemed insecure, so Miss Harris stood next to her, with a hand on her shoulder. "Don't be afraid, everything is OK. Pretend it's a game of soccer and you want to score a goal."

Janet kicked Baby Dick's balls, not so hard as she could, but enough to get a strong reaction. 'Hm,' Miss Harris thought. 'This will take some work.' She made a mental note to help Janet feel comfortable with kicking boys' balls harder.

The kick, even though not optimal, was still well-aimed, and it was Baby Dick's first, so his eyes popped out, big as sources, together with a scream of pain. He lost balance and fell on the floor, which was what Miss Harris wanted after all. 'Count your blessings,' she thought. "Very well, Janet! You're a natural at this! And, you see, now would be the right moment for him to lick the soles of your shoes and thank you for your kindness."

Janet was wide-eyed, looking at Baby Dick, now crumpled like an old piece of paper. She extended her foot to his face, and he instinctively kissed the sole, while still showing pain in his face. "Thank you, lady Janet."

Janet still looked unsure. "I'm not sure I like this, Miss Harris."

Miss Harris sighed. Maybe the book-licking, which she enjoyed so much, could help her relax about the kicking and make it more fun for her. Or maybe it just wasn't one of her interests. From the look of things right now, it could go either way. She changed her mental note to 'figure out what would please Janet more.'

"It's OK, Janet. You don't have to like everything, and you should only do what you like to do. What's the point of doing something that you don't find fun? So relax. If you don't like kicking him, then don't. It's all up to you. After all, girls just want to have fun, right?" She winked at her. Janet chuckled and felt better.

"Thank you for your wonderful report, Janet! And now, let's move on. Emily is next, right?"

"Yes, Miss Harris!" Emily went to the front of the class, with a dignified, confident step. Her boytoy followed her, on all fours. This didn't escape Miss Harris' and the other girls' attention.

"Hi everybody! I also like sex a lot." She heard the girls' laugh with pleasure. "But... there's more than just orgasms, and however much I like those... I also like other things." She smiled wickedly. "By the way, my boytoy's new name is Cheap Whore. Because I can get him to do anything, no matter how much he dislikes it." She raised one eyebrow.

Hm, Miss Harris thought. 'Emily is trying to develop her own style as "wicked." Good. Every girl should be independent and confident about who she is.' She gave her a post-it, where Emily wrote 'Cheap Whore', and they both fixed it to the boy's forehead.

"We've all heard Janet's wonderful description of how mocking can be taken to a new level: boys are indeed ridiculous and laughable, and it is good that they be made to look the part. But... there's more." Emily paused, her wicked smile turning into a grin. "I like to make them suffer for me!" She opened her mouth, like a vampire ready to pounce on a victim, the first of the night.

'Hm,' Miss Harris thought. 'Her style is quite interesting, but she's overdoing it. She probably wants to look threatening to the boys, but overacting only makes it look silly, which is the very opposite of threatening.' She made a mental note to talk to Emily in private about less hammy ways of conveying her meaning via actions.

However, the other girls (and the boys) were as unexperienced and naive as Emily herself, so her performance was effective on them. Even Elza was showing some interest.

"I also wanted Cheap Whore to be silly and ridiculous, but I wanted it to cost him something. Why should he have fun with it? Fun is only for me!" She guffawed in a fake scientist's voice, eliciting some laughs from the others. "Unlike Janet, I have no problem kicking him as hard as I can!"

She turned to Cheap Whore, on all fours, spread his legs apart with her hands, took a couple of steps back, then kicked his scrotum from behind with full strength.

Cheap Whore let out a muffled scream and crumpled up into a ball. "Don't scream! I don't want to hear anything from you! This is what you deserve, and you should be thankful, not scream!" Emily kicked Cheap Whore's ass. "This" <kick> "is" <kick> "what" <kick> "you" <kick> "deserve!"<kick>.

Miss Harris smiled. "I see you guys were up to a lot of mischief during last week!" She winked at Emily. "Did you do more besides kicking?"

"What do you mean?" said Emily.

"Well, using your riding crop, for instance. Or a whip. Or tsubas."

"Riding crop, yes, I did that, we already had one from last class... Whips, no... where do I get a whip?"

"Well, the school store is going to start selling them next week, as our classes progress..."

Another girl had raised her hand. It was Elza, who had been following their dialogue attentively. "What's a tsuba? Is this some Japanese anime thing?"

Miss Harris let out a clear, sincere laugh. "You haven't read the school textbook, have you? Elza, you need to pay more attention to classes and to our material... Can someone help me out?"

Emily raised her hand, but so did Claudia and Janet. With a smile, Miss Harris pointed to Claudia. "Do you know what a tsuba is?"

"Yes! It sounds like a Japanese word, but that's not what it is, Elza. It's an... acronym! It means, 'Things to Stick Up a Boy's Ass'!"

"Yes, thank you, Claudia. I have some here..." Miss Harris took a few dildos and strap-ons out of her desk drawer. "There are many, many more types of tsubas. Again, our school store is going to start selling tsubas next, after this week, and we'll have some here in our class for further practice. But for now, we can concentrate on what you've done to him."

Miss Harris came closer to Emily and Cheap Whore. "It's good, for instance, to not to do it alone, since some tO!rtures need two women working on one boy, and it's not bad to have someone to take the boy to a hospital in case he breaks." She winked to Emily. "Also, this is one of my specialities... Let me join you with Cheap Whore."

Miss Harris put Cheap Whore on all fours again, and then began to kick his sides systematically. "You piece of garbage!" she said. "Cheap Whore!" she spat on his face. "You and your worthless cock and go fuck yourselves for all I care!" Miss Harris flipped him the bird right in front of his nose, then went to the other side to kick his behind and push him down, so he would lose balance and fall flat on his belly. Which he did. "Thank you, Miss Harris!"

Cheap Whore was shivering. Even the girls couldn't help being impressed by an authority figure like Miss Harris treating a boy student like that. "Wow, cool!" said Janet. Claudia's eyes were as big as saucers. Elza had a vague, scornful smile on her lips.

"Your name is Cheap Whore because you take it up the ass, don't you?" She kicked the side of his body again. Cheap Whore started sobbing. "Yes, Miss Harris, that's true. Thank you for telling me that!" Miss Harris pulled his head up by his hear, spat twice on his face, and slapped him hard on both cheeks. "Piece of sh!t!"

Emily was astonished, clearly impressed by how cool Miss Harris looked. "Oh Miss Harris, this is so beautiful!"

Miss Harris looked at her. "Come here and help me. Kick him on the right side, and I'll kick him on the left." Blinking twice, Emily said, "oh... oh... Yes ma'am!". "On the count of three, Emily. One... two... three!"

Miss Harris and Emily landed kicks at the same time on both sides of Cheap Whore. "Emily, you're holding back. Don't do that. Say to yourself: 'Cheap Whore is just a piece of sh!t, he deserves to be kicked like... (Miss Harris thought fast) ... like a soccer ball!'"

Emily giggled like a little girl hearing her first sex joke. "Okay!..." and she did her best to kick Cheap Whore's side as hard as possible. She was rewarded with more sobbing from him. "T-t-thank you, l-l-l-lady Emily..."

For a couple of minutes, Miss Harris and Emily landed good, hard kicks on Cheap Whore: on his sides, on his hips, but mostly on his ass. Once, with him on all fours, they kicked him at the same time, each kick landing on a different ass cheek. Cheap Whore was crying profusely, his tears dripping like rivulets on the floor under his face. "Come on, you little sh!t!" Miss Harris said. "Lick up your tears! Don't soil the floor we walk on with your fucking face piss!" Cheap Whore was shivering in so much pain, he didn't quite hear what she said. With a wicked smile, Miss Harris turned around like a ballerina doing a pirouette, and landed a hard kick... right on Cheap Whore's face. He screamed in pain. "I SAID LICK UP YOUR EYE PISS, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF sh!t!" Miss Harris winked to the other girls. "NOW!" Slowly, Cheap Whore's face lowered, and he started licking his tears from the floor. They were immediately replaced by more tears falling off his face. A truly infinite task.

Emily was in awe. It just looked so wonderful, so pretty, so cool... 'Just like in an action movie', she thought. She looked at Miss Harris, who said, "come here now and put your foot on the back of his head."

Instinctively getting the point of Miss Harris' suggestion, Emily did as Miss Harris asked, and pressed his head down. "Lick it all up, you Cheap Whore!" Emily said. "You're such a piece of sh!t, can't you take a few kicks without making a mess? And, if you're going to make a mess, be ready to clean it up!"

"Y-y-yes lady Emily," Cheap Whore said, suppressing his sobs. "T-t-thank you f-f-or t-t-teaching me this l-l-lesson. Y-y-ou're sssso g-g-good to me." Miss Harris pointed at her riding crop. "So do it, Cheap Whore!" Emily got her crop and hit Cheap Whore's behind. He let out a sad moan and continued licking his tears from the floor.

At this point, Elza had her right hand firmly under her skirt. Claudia, on the other hand, looked worried. "Miss Harris, what if you kick him too hard and he loses a tooth?"

"Well," said Miss Harris, "again, that's why we have a nurse with special training on fixing boys. We send him to her, she takes him to a hospital where they implant a new tooth, and tomorrow he's back. good as new."

"But... in the long run, this can't really be good for his health..."

Miss Harris sighed. Time for a little lecture.

"In our new world," she started, "boys are toys for our pleasure. In such a world, there is a place for bullying them. We are, and should be in principle, in favor of bullying and violence against boys. This is NOT like real violence, i.e. violence against women and girls. The latter is despicable. The former is both funny and empowering. I mean, ask Emily after class how she felt while she was using violence against Cheap Whore. It's such a great feeling, isn't it?" Emily nodded shyly. Was she blushing, or slightly flustered?

Miss Harris turned to the whiteboard and wrote, Violence against boys is GOOD (underlined) and should be ENCOURAGED (underlined) in girls. She winked again to the girls and, with a wicked smile, wrote under it: FUCK THE BOYS! (double underlined). "Violence against boys is a noble pursuit--don't forget that! Also, if you make it play into the insecurities that our trauma treatments have put into them, they will sincerely think they deserve it, because of their little penis that can't give girls any pleasure, etc. And that's our goal!"

Turning back to the class, she said, 'come on, you all: say it with me. FUCK...THE BOYS! FUCK...THE BOYS!' One by one, the girls joined the chant. 'FUCK THE BOYS! FUCK THE BOYS!' Miss Harris changed the tone a little, making it sometimes funny, sometimes serious, sometimes slightly crazy. The girls were beginning to have fun with it. 'FUCK THE BOYS! FUCK THE BOYS!' Emily was looking adoringly at her, like an acting student looking up to her role model, a famous star. 'FUCK THEM IN THE ASS!' Miss Harris chanted, and the girls followed suit. 'FUCK THEM IN THE MOUTH! KICK THEM DOWN AND RAPEE THEM ALL OVER!' The girls followed suit, enjoying the rhythm. The boys, however, looked stressed and nervous.

"Now, Emily, let's use a couple of tsubas. Here, take this one." She gave her a strap-on dildo. Emily didn't know how to put in on. Miss Harris helped her, showing that the inside part had a little chip that caused vibration to reach her clitoris, so that she could get sexual pleasure out of the experience. "Now fuck him!"

Emily happily obliged. Cheap Whore was still licking his tears from the floor when Emily inserted the dildo into his anus and started moving back and forth. The chip translated the motion into vibrational energy, which felt great on her clitoris. "Hmm, I like that!" The way it was set up, she got more pleasure if she moved faster and went deeper. Naturally, she did so. In a couple of minutes, she came, squirting some girlcum on Cheap Whore's ass. "Wow!" she said, wiping her own forehead. "I sure need to learn more about tsubas!"

"You will. You can start by reading the textbook, there's some information there already," said Miss Harris. "Anyway, would you like some HD photos?"

Emily blinked.

"Hey Janet," Miss Harris said. "Get the tablet, choose the link to the 'School Research' common folder, and start the photo app." Janet did as Miss Harris said. "I'll position myself at his ass now. Emily, please take the front." They inserted their dildos into Cheap Whore, and smiled to the camera as Janet took a photo. "Move a little, so people can see we're rap-ing him." Emily did, and Janet took a couple of photos while recording a videoclip. "Now let's turn to the camera and blow some kisses!" Click. "High-five!" Click. "Spit on him and slap his face, while I slap his ass!" Click-click, plus videoclip. Janet had to laugh at this last one. It made Cheap Whore's tears and shivering look so silly.

After that, Miss Harris sent Emily, with Cheap Whore, back to her seat. Emily had a big smile and walked confidently, with a spring in her step; like a rose who is aware and proud of her thorns. Cheap Whore could barely move, even on all fours. The contrast between them couldn't be more dramatic, but it was also quite beautiful and in a weird way harmonious.

Miss Harris turned to the class again. "Violence against boys, I repeat, is a noble pursuit which I want to encourage. I really gets you fully into the role of world master with infinite superpowers, while the boys are just vermin that you stomp on -- it's not just fair and cute, it is also part of building a new world."

"It is imperative that we ab-use boys as much and as aggressively as possible. Make them suffer! Give them pain! And at the same time keep supporting the idea that it's all their fault. How? Well, keep telling them it is, and make them repeat it over and over again. Cheap Whore?" With a sudden movement of his head, Cheap Whore, his eyes full of fear, looked at Miss Harris. "Say it." He opened his mouth. "T-t-thank you again for t-t-treating me like I deserve. T-t-thank you for t-t-teaching me my place. And t-t-thank you lady Emily. I am getting what I deserve. If a...anything w-w-went wrong, it's all m-m-y f-f-fault and I s-s-s-sincerely apologize."

"He is still not showing signs of sincerity: his eyes are full of fear, not of thankfulness, for the way he was treated. But if we keep making them repeat it, it will eventually warp their brains in such a way that they will be actually, sincerely thankful for it, and that's what we want."

"And what happens then? Well, they become more passive, which is not so much fun. But you can avoid that by always dangling some hope in front of their noses: hope of better treatment, of being somehow appreciated in some twisted way. Hope that your smirk will someday perhaps be a real sincere smile for a few seconds. And that hope will make them smile every now and then, and be more than just passive recipients. They will... admire you for abus-ing them; they will see the Goddess in you more clearly. And in their weird way, they will be... happy."

The girls were evidently shaken by all this, though not in an entirely bad way. They looked like they had just been to a big roller coaster, and were still trying to regain their balance; but Miss Harris could see in most of them the lingering desire to go again on the roller coaster. Given some time to rest, they would buy the ticket again. Perhaps with the exception of Claudia, who looked more shaken than the others. 'What can I do to help her?' Miss Harris said.

And then there was Elza, moaning softly, her hand still reaching inside her skirt. Despite this comforting display of public masturbation (which the school was now supporting), there was something weird with her face.

"Now, Elza, why don't you come here for your report?"

Elza made a sign asking for a little time, and finished herself, coming with a little "aaah!" Then she breathed in deeply and drove her fingers through her hair. "OK, Miss Harris."

She went to the front of the class. Pig sh!t followed her on all fours, kissing her shoes and already trembling. He wasn't apologizing, though. It was as though he couldn't talk.

Unlike Emily, Elza made no attempt to set up some kind of character -- no dramatic moves, no wicked smiles or tones of voice. Just plain language. "Well, we did most if not all the things Emily did, but with more energy. I really, really wanted to see him suffer. What you did right now, I also did at home, but with a larger tsuba -- a larger dildo -- than that. I just wanted him to be... in a lot of pain!"

She smiled dryly. "He made that tearful confession last time. After it, at home, we went over every single incident of his bullying me. Every time he apologized, and every time I devised some way to inflict more pain on him. For the bike, I made him ble-ed." She sighed. "I cut him with a knife, right on his disgusting belly. And all I could think of was, I'd like to cut off his testicles. And his useless cocklet. And..."

She made a pause to take a deep breath. "Maybe he thought his confession would make him ... what? ... like him." She looked down. "A part of me... actually did. A part of me wanted to to!rture him for every bullying, and then forgive him. After all, he seemed so dedicated to apologizing and doing whatever it would take to satisfy my thirst for revenge. And, you know? I had a couple of thoughts, and a little bit of a moment of enlightenment."

Miss Harris was becoming a little nervous. This is not what she expected. "What did you feel enlightened about?"

"My behavior. I... I am many, like everybody. There are lots of possibilities inside myself, like there are inside of everybody. What was that old saying? The wolf inside of you that wins is the one you fed more often?" She looked through the window, as if avoiding everybody's eyes. "Pig Sh!t was not my only bully; he was the main one, but there were others. And I remember... in every occasion, in every case... I often sat down later and imagined what I wanted to do to them. And some of my ideas, my imagination, was pretty... dark. So I guess this is the wolf I fed more often. My darkness... Pig Sh!t didn't have a chance. He did his best, and is still doing his best now that I've hit and whipped and kicked him, he's even still licking my shoes and apologizing... hoping to bring a smile to my face... Another person might take some pity on him for that. A part of me... did take some pity on him for that. I even..." She smiled. "I even kissed the back of his head once, when his apology felt outstandingly sincere. This part of me struggled with my darker side... but, since I had fed it more often, I'm afraid my darkness won over."

"We continue being complicated, we human beings," she went on. "I imagine this part of me is still somewhere inside of me. But at some point you make a decision, something has to take the control, so that your behavior doesn't become chaotic and pointless... My dark side took control."

"I looked at Pig Sh!t while whipping him and calling him names, making him feel more and more guilty and ashamed at his sh!tty behavior. I wanted to see his blo-od... and I had already cut him, and the whip left beautiful welts..." She pulled down Pig Sh!t's pants with an elegant gesture, and some horrible welts and hematomas became visible on his ass.

"I put salt on his wounds, to hear him scream more. I fantasized about gelding him... I saw myself putting his testicles in a soup, like meatballs, and feeding them back to him. 'Come on, little baby, eat your soup, it's good for you, hahaha...'" She smiled. "I wanted to cut off his disgusting cocklet, make a sandwich with it, and make him eat it up. 'Here's some protein for you, little disgusting baby, hahaha...'"

"I fantasized about fucking him with a really big dildo through every hole; and then, those wouldn't be enough... I'd cut a few new holes on his body to fuck him through... let's see, there were there is only cartilage, so we don't have to deal with huge blo-od loss? Like on the sides of his belly, or under his armpit... Yeah, open a new hole there with a few knives and scissors, and then go to town with dildo... Aaaahhh, so relaxing... My dildo squirts, you know? You can fill it with a gooey liquid, then press it, and it squirts, like a water gun... I thought about putting some strong acid inside, and squirting through his new holes... Hmmm, delicious!..."

"I could slowly burn his legs with a small flamethrower. Beginning from his right toe. Then burning it little piece by little piece, always giving him enough time to express the pain he's feeling. Then I'd cauterize the remnants into two stumps, prop him against the wall, and use his tears as lubricant to masturbate to his screams of pain... and then I'd smoke a cigarette, and then extinguish it in his eyeb..."

"Enough! ENOUGH!"

That was Claudia's voice. She had tears on her cheeks. Janet was shaking, and had one tear in her eyes. Even Emily looked like she had eaten something rotten and was about to throw up.

'Damn,' Miss Harris thought. 'This is damaging the progress they've all made. They're reverting to more empathy... If I don't do something, soon they'll start wanting to hug or kiss their boys. To make them feel better. Whew... I'm not going to let something like this, from an out-of-control girl like Elza, ruin my entire class! Aargh, I didn't expect I'd have to deal with someone like her straight away... why isn't she in someone else's class?' Then she thought this is the kind of thinking that probably made Elza feel isolated in her ch!ldhood. 'I have to think fast... what do I say now to prevent further damage, to Elza and to my class?'

Elza was looking away from Claudia. "Sorry if I offended you. I just wanted to be sincere. Isn't that what Miss Harris says? That we should be sincere about what we want, and how we'd like to play with our boytoys?"

Claudia looked like she was about to say something, but Miss Harris cut her off. "Thank you for your sincerity, and I do appreciate it, please believe me, Elza. But... Most of what you said is simply either inefficient, or harmful to other girls. That's not a good idea."

Elza looked a bit surprised. A tired smile appeared on her lips. "Oh really? And how's that?"

"What you're saying goes beyond Pig sh!t alone. You're basically talking about ki-lling him with intensive to!rture. And if you ki-ll him, then everything ends there. That's the inefficiency: you'll have to keep getting more boys, and ki-lling them too. And where will that leave us? If your desires become our main directive, then we'd soon run out of boys, and then what would you do? Start torturing an!mals? Or, Goddess forbid--other girls?"

"Here you see both the inefficiency and the potential to harm other girls. They also deserve to grow, by playing with their boytoys. But you'd rob them of this path, just so that you, and nobody else, can feel good? Don't you see how terribly selfish that is?"

"I'm just trying to be sincere. I'm not proposing cost-benefit analyses or making actual plans. Damn, I haven't even tried any of that stuff yet!"

"And you shouldn't." That was Claudia's voice. "You know why? Because I want to fuck boys' faces and make them dr!nk my cum and thank me." And Janet: "And I want to make them show us all how much they're silly ridiculous losers, and amuse me while doing that." And Emily: "And I want to kick their balls and make them lick my boots and thank me, so I can laugh at them!"

"We all want to amuse ourselves with them!" the three girls said. Claudia winked and added, "girls just want to have fun!"

"And your ideas would make that eventually impossible," said Miss Harris. She noticed with a sigh of relief that Elza looked down. She thought, 'that's good, because there is a coherent argument she could be using right now to counter what I and the other girls are saying, but obviously Elza doesn't know it. She hasn't thought enough about the situation, or ultimately about what she truly wants. And right now, that's good, because I don't have to answer -- I can just concentrate on keeping the girls OK.'

"Girls just want to have fun," said Miss Harris. "That is the basic principle of our new society: girls' fun. What you propose doesn't seem to be a way to increase the fun girls have, just some kind of ultimately self-destructive nihilistic fantasy. You need to think more about all this." She sighed. "And I like you, Elza. You've suffered more than you had to, because of this"--and she kicked Pig Sh!t who was lying on the floor next to Elza's right boot--"sorry excuse for swine excrements... and others. But your fantasies, like everybody else's, have to remain in the realm of the possible if we are to realize them at all."

She looked at the whole class. There was some damage, but it looked manageable. She decided to do the fifth week's class goal next week instead.

"Girls, next week we'll be having physical check-ups for everybody, even the boys. A part of health is being always on the lookout for possible problems. Which is why the check-ups include counseling."

"Next time, I don't want you to come to class. I want you to go to the counselor who will be taking care of the psychological part during next week's required check-ups, and talk to her -- have individual sessions with her. She is also a trained and certified therap!st. Her opinion is crucial for the continuation of our class and for your growth as independent women. So please go to her next week. I'll discuss her reports with her, and also with each of you individually."

Janet looked like she was about to say something, but the bell interrupted her. "Class dismissed, everyone! Next week -- counseling! Come each individually, and bring your boytoys along. No homework assigned today -- just keep doing what you've been doing already, in order to feel more relaxed and in control with it. Goodbye!"

The girls left, each with her boytoy. They seemed a little less happy than last time, though.

Miss Harris frowned. 'That is not what I wanted... today was clearly not my best class. And yet everything was going well for the first three girls... I have to think about what I'm going to do after the girls have their sessions with, what's her name--Ms. Wheelan? Yeah, I have some research and some thinking to do...'

Miss Harris slowly left the classroom, hoping that things would be better next time.

Love this ! Any chance Miss Harris would bring her feminized slaves to show ?

The wait was worth it. It captivated me again, except for the ending. I'm excited to see what happens next
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Thanks for the support!

Basically, I'm trying to go for (some) realism -- the premise (the world slowly becoming a matriarcal society) is not by itself very realistic, but if it somehow does get started, how would it continue? And even if it could convince all girls to become dominant and all boys to become slaves, there are differences in personality type and character. Women, like men, are all different. How would a society deal with such differences? In most fantasies, the female characters all seem to share the same personality. This never happens in real life: if you look at any group of people, even those who got together to fight for some shared goal or ideal, you'll see lots of different types. How would a female-centric world deal with that?

To me, Claudia is the sex-before-all type; Janet, the I-like-funny type; Emily is the I-like-to-be-bad-but-within-limits, and Elza is the I-like-to-be-bad-without-limits. That makes Elza almost (?) like a sociopath. But this creates an interesting paradox: she is also the one who's living the ideals of this matriarcal societies ('boys are objects, you can do anything that feels good to you with them') to its logical conclusion. The society will probably not want people like her -- but how can it deny that people like her are following its basic premises and principles? Is there a way to limit that? And wouldn't that be tantamount to giving boys some rights and protections? And wouldn't a justification for the latter ultimately feel like a betrayal of their social goals?

Elza is dark, but in a curious sense she is, to me, also the most fascinating character. Let's see what I can come up with for her.

Feel free to make suggestions, by the way. Miss Harris bringing some of her own boys to class for demonstrations -- that's a good idea, one that I hadn't had for some reason. I'll certainly use it at some point.

And once more, thanks for the support!

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