The idea of being impaled on a pole with a dildo at the end, either in your arse or cunt, and you’re perched on high heels so you simply can’t lift yourself high enough to climb off it. I love it.
I think if I started a denial slut school this is would be a punishment of choice… checked to see if you’d cum without permission (we’d always know), you’d be put on one of the poles in the school field, clothes allowed for lesser offences, stripped for more serious ones (like not ruining the orgasm when you did go over, tut tut).
A box of permanent marker pens would always be nearby for other girls to come and write whatever they wanted on you, snapping pictures to put online to show off their handiwork.
But the worst bit was when the boys from the neighbouring school would come around at the end of the day and see who’d been naughty, knowing they were allowed to touch and feel and play to their heart’s delight. Their favourite bit seemed to be when you couldn’t hold on to your pee any longer and it trickled down the post, and they’d all cheer.
For most girls one trip to ‘the poles’ was enough. But for a small minority it stopped being a punishment, and in fact they acted up all the time in order to experience the suffering and humiliation it offered. Always a progressive school this need was recognised, and one pole was converted, not with a dildo, but a vibrator, the craving denial slut’s kept on good behaviour with the promise that the best behaved each week would spend the night on there, exposed, dripping, forever edged. Some girls just need a carrot, not the stick.
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