Mitch

[krystalasbaby2017]

I love it when they get the big babies back to P&S they should be put in cots (cribs) after a nappy change and a bottle.  Maybe the next day a big playpen in the front yard so everyone can see them.
Keep up the great story

121.
Max and Luke felt a little safer in their wooden turret.  They didn’t even mind when Bryony climbed up and asked them to play, especially as all she wanted was to have a pretend tea part right there in the little room, with her as the princess and the boys as visiting baby princes.  They were happy to hide in there, knowing that very soon Debbie would call them down and they could get back in the car.
But when time passed and there was no summons from Debbie, they began to get concerned.  Bryony was insisting they finish their meal, but eventually Luke stood up and stuck his head out of the window.  The only person in the park seemed to Stephanie, watching the ducks on the pond.
“Hi!  Miss?  Have you seen our, er, mother?”  He didn’t know what else to call her.
“Oh, she left some minutes ago.  I thought you knew.”
“What?  Max!  She’s bloody gone!  Quick!  Let’s get back to the car park!”
Leaving Bryony calling them to return, the boys scrambled down and ran to the car park.  But Debbie’s car had gone.  The horrible truth began to dawn on them.  They looked at each other aghast, then ran back to the park.  Gasping for breath, they approached Stephanie, now with Bryony in tow.
“Miss…excuse me…did she say anything…about us...?”
“Not really…are you okay?”
“Yes.  No.  I think we have to go home by ourselves.  Do you know which is the road to Beckleyford?”
Stephanie felt sorry for them.  She almost offered them a lift.  But then she remembered this was their therapy.  And in any case, they must have been very bad boys to end up in this situation.
“It’s pretty much a straight road.  Follow that avenue…” – she pointed – “and at the second crossroads turn left.  Then just go straight.”
“Thank you.  Er…how far is it?”
“Oh, only a few miles…five or six at the most.”
“Five or six?  We have to go.”
“Bye bye, babies,” called Bryony as they left the park.  “Please come back soon.”

It had been a short drive there, but it turned out to take a lot longer getting back.  The schools were just coming out in Tinkerton, but somehow they managed to run out of the village without attracting too much attention.  Probably people thought they were running for charity in fancy dress.  Once on the lane back to P & S they slowed down.
“What a bitch!  If we only had coats or something.  I feel totally exposed like this.  And I need a wee,” complained Luke.
“Me too.  We’ll have to hold it.  How long do you reckon…”
“A good hour, even if we hurry.  At least this is a quiet lane, and there’s no houses along here I can see.  And we could always climb over the fence and hide in the trees if…”
“Look!  Someone’s coming!”
“Shit!  Quick.  Over here.”
They were over the fence and in the bushes in a trice.  To their horror, the people who came into view turned out to be three girls, about sixteen or seventeen, in school uniform, chatting and laughing noisily.  The boys grovelled in the undergrowth.
“Where have they come from?” whispered Max.
“No idea,” hissed Luke.  But then he remembered something.  “Wait a minute…  Isn’t there supposed to be some private girls’ school along the road to P & S?  Remember when we were piggies, a couple of them came to play with us?”
“Oh, shit, I think you’re right.  Can’t remember the name.  Posh place.  How are we going to get past that?”
“We could hide till they’ve all gone.”
“I need a wee.  I need to get that bitch to unlock my pants.  Besides, that’s the sort of place where everyone hangs about after school, cos they love being there so much.”
“We’ll have to make a run for it then.  No other way.”

The coast now being clear, they broke cover and headed on at a steady trot.  Round the next corner they saw the impressive buildings of St. Mary’s Girls’ School looming up on their left.  They were obliged to stay on that side, there being no pavement on the right.  Any hopes they may have had of getting past unnoticed were soon dashed; both the playground and the pavement outside the school were crowded with girls in blue and red uniforms.  They had already been noticed, so the option of retreat was no longer open to them.  They increased their speed and moved into the road.  But the girls who had seen them were now alerting the others, and as they approached the school gates, a phalanx of uniforms moved to block their progress.
“Shit!  What the fuc-k do they think they’re doing?”
A line of girls had joined hands, completely blocking the road.  The boys were forced to a halt.
“Hey!  Let us through!  What do you think you’re playing at?” shouted Max, adopting as confident tone as he could under the circ-umstances.  However, his command was ignored.
“I knew it!” cried one girl, about sixteen.  “They must be from that place!”
“They are!  I recognise them!” replied another, younger one.  “They were dressed in those piggy costumes the last time I saw them.  That one” – she pointed at Luke – “I pushed over into the mud.”
She smirked and stuck out her tongue.  “I liked you as piggies, but I think I like you even better as babies!”
“Come on, please…  Let us through…  We have to get back, else…”
“Else what?  You’re not going anywhere, not till we’ve got a few snaps.  Why are you holding hands like that?”
“They’re cuffed together, Marlene.  Brilliant!”
“Let’s get them!  Bring them over to the gates!”
The boys had no chance against a dozen girls.  They were dragged onto the pavement and forced up against the school gates.
“Mmm, they smell nice – like real babies – all sweet and perfumy.”
“It’s baby powder – probably from when they were last changed.”
“Look at their pants!  Feel them!  I do love your baby pants, boys.  Such pretty colours – and proper outdoor ones, too.”
“What a pair of show-offs!  Let’s keep them here for a bit.  Janice?  Have you got your rucksack padlock on you?  You have?  We could padlock the chain on their cuffs to the wire on the gate.”
“No!  Please!  We need to…”
“Need to what?  You need to stay with us.  Babies shouldn’t be allowed out unattended.  There.  Now you can’t leave!”

The boys looked at each other in dismay.  The chain on their cuffs was now neatly padlocked to the school gates, and more and more girls were arriving to point and laugh and take photos.  Max began to pull desperately at his cuff.
“What’s the matter with him?” asked one girl.
“I think he needs the loo,” said another.  “I recognise the symptoms.”
“Do you, baby?”
Max nodded, slowly and miserably.
“I think he’s going to cry.”
“Good.  We can video him crying and then wetting himself.  I’ll post it on Facebook.  Bet it gets bundles of likes!”
“Shh.  Miss is coming.”
The hubbub died own a little as “Miss” came up.
“What’s going on here?  Why are you all hanging around…  Goodness!  Who…what are these…boys doing here?”
“They came to show off their new outfits, miss.  Aren’t they cute?”
“But…where are they from…?  Where are you from, boys?  Why are you dressed as babies?”
Max was sobbing now.
“They’re from that special school, miss.  I think that one’s about to wet himself…oh, yes, there he goes…”
The teacher was aghast.  “But…why are they attached to the gate?”
“Well, miss…  Oops, there goes the other one too.  You can see his nappy getting all soggy.  Lucky they have such good plastic pants.”
“Answer me!  At once.”
“Well, see, they seemed to be lost, so we thought we should keep them here while we found their…I dunno, parents or whatever.  But they were going to run off, so we thought it best…you know, to padlock them to the gate and get help.”
The teacher inspected the padlock.  “Where’s the key?”
“Oh, it’s…er…it’s Janice’s…but I think her mum just picked her up…  Yes, there they go now.”
“Oh, dear, dear.  So now we have two little wet babies…”
“Big wet babies, miss…”
“Yes – even worse.  Two big wet babies attached to our gates.  I think I’d better ring that school.  Anyone know the name?”
“P & S, miss.”
“Thank you, Patricia.  Perhaps you could keep an eye on these two till I get back.”
“Course, miss.”

“Okay,  She’s gone.  Maisy?  Take my picture with these guys, please.”
“And mine!”
“And mine!”
“So what are your names?  Come on, spit it out.  What?  Luke, yeah... and you?  Max. Right.  And what school do you go to?  No, apart from P & S.  Really.  I have some friends there.  They’re going to be so happy to see what you guys are up to these days.  You have piggy photos too, Violet?  They’re going to be so impressed at how versatile you are!  Oh, here’s miss back again.”
“Well, I’ve spoken to P & S, and they’re sending a lady over to collect them.  And I’ve spoken to Janice’s mother.  Janice has got the key – she doesn’t seem to be able to explain why she took it away in the first place – and her mother has sent her back to unlock them.  What a muddle!”
“So, miss…?”
“Move along there, you girls!  There’s nothing to see!”
Which, considering there were two youths dressed in contrasting baby costumes, each with soaked nappies, locked to the school gates, was not a remark of the highest veracity.
“So, miss...?”
“So Janice will be back shortly, and this woman – Deborah, I think her name was.  And I need to get on with my work.  You three are prefects, and so is Janice, so perhaps the four of you could keep an eye on these two until help arrives?  And keep the girls moving?”
“Oh, yes, miss.  Of course.  Me and Marlene and Maisy will stay as long as necessary, and I’m sure Janice will be back soon.”
“Thank you, Patricia.  Well, I have to go.  If there are any more problems, I’ll be in my office.”
“Yes, miss!”

The three girls looked at each other with delight.  Now they were officially in charge of the babies.  They began taunting them and taking more pictures, and videos of them getting more and more annoyed.  It was such fun.
“I hope Janice gets here first,” said Patricia.
“Look!  There she is!”
Janice had hopped off the bus, and came running over.
“Brilliant move, Jan.”
“Yeah.  I just totally forgot about the key, didn’t I?”  She smiled innocently.
“Well, unlock us, then,” growled Luke, “an' we’ll be on our way.”
“No way,” cried Marlene.  “We’re going to look after you till the lady from your school arrives.  So get used to it.”
“Ooh,” interjected Janice.  “I think that one’s pants are leaking.  See?  They’re dripping from the leg!”
Max turned an even brighter shade of red, and squeezed his thighs together.  But his nappy was so wet that all that happened was a little rivulet of wee ran down his leg.  And the girls all fell about laughing.
And as yet, no sign of Debbie.

[BabyJay]

Phew!!! thank goodness no-one escaped. Poor Luke and Max how humiliating to be surrounded by the girls, their soaked nappies leaking. Hope they get back to P & S O.K. Wonder how Simon and Oscar are getting on? ant not forgetting poor little Louis, has he become Yulya's little pet Puppy. Can't wait for next instalments.

[Sandra B]

122.
As Tyler took his friend in hand, Louis sighed and closed his eyes.  His hands dropped to his sides.  Tyler, in the satisfying knowledge that Yulya was quite helpless, the classroom door was closed and bolted, and the lesson still had more than an hour and a half to run, decided to take his time.  Louis’ coc-k was small but lively.  Every now and then it would tauten, as if he were going to c-um, but then it would relax again.  Giving it a gentle squeeze made him gasp, and resulted in a drop of clear juice oozing from the tip and dripping lazily into Yulya’s lap.  When Tyler gently slid the foreskin back, Louis said “oh!” and squirmed.  Yulya was glaring at him now.
“I remember this, Tyler.”
“Oh, you will, miss, you will.  But it’s not my fault.  You shouldn’t get your students in such a state.  Look at him.  Poor Louis.  He’s going to have to c-um soon, and it’s only fair it should be - all over you!”
“Go, Tyler!” shouted Oscar.
Tyler, still smiling, and looking Yulya straight in the eyes, whispered in Louis’ ear.
“Want to c-um now, Lou?”
Louis hesitated, then nodded.  “Yes, please, Tyler.”
“Okay.  Where would you like to c-um?”
“Over miss,” he breathed, as if in a sort of trance.
“Open your eyes then, and I’ll do it.”
“Don’t you dare, Louis!” cried Yulya.  “Tyler.  You stop now.  Understand?”
Anna, sensing a critical moment, took up a position to one side, in order to capture the entirety of the tableau.
“I’m sorry, miss…” sighed Louis, opening his eyes, as Tyler began to slide his foreskin gently back and forth, “I’m really sorry, but I need to c-um so mu.…aahhhh!”

Louis may have had a small pen-is, but what it lacked in size it made up for in muzzle velocity.  The first spurt hit Yulya square in the midriff, the shiny black rubber suddenly splattered with sticky c-um.  Tyler adjusted the elevation accordingly, aiming higher, and scoring direct hits on her left and then her right breast.  He could feel Louis spasming in his arms, and his legs giving out under the ecstasy of his orgasm, so he held him tight and aimed high for maximum effect.  Yulya was outraged. 
“You little pigs!” she shouted, as another slimy load splashed her neck and shoulder.  Anna moved in for a close-up.  Seeing her approaching from her right, and desiring as much as possible to hide her face from the camera, Yulya turned her head sharply to the left – and to her horror found the gleaming tip of Oscar’s pen-is, recently freed from the confines of his shorts, pointing straight at her.  With a cry of disgust, she twisted her head back; but that movement, and that cry, the emission of which necessitated the opening of her mouth, were her undoing.  For on her left, Simon had taken advantage of her temporary inattention to unzip his shorts, allowing his tumescent member to spring forth.  The slight sound was inaudible to Yulya through her hood, so it was a second surprise to find herself confronted by an equally unwanted sight on her right; perhaps that surprise delayed the closing of her lips by an instant.  Be that as it may, Simon, taking immediate advantage, thrust quickly forward, forcing his bloated, slippery coc-k between them.  She tried to push it out with her tongue, but Simon had placed his hands on her head, and held it in position, merely responding to her impotent struggles with a sigh of pleasure.
Even worse that the feeling of being so rudely violated by the boy she had most desired to humiliate, was the embarrassment at seeing Anna and her camera appear in front of her, and the delight on her face as she adjusted the focus and experimented with different angles.  Simon smiled and turned towards the camera.
“Today miss is explaining all about fellatio,” he said, with mock seriousness.  “Before the lesson we didn’t even know what it meant!  But she’s such a good teacher and she believes in teaching by example!”
Yulya’s muffled protests were ignored.  Simon held her firmly, the entire head of his pen-is inside her mouth.  The rest of the class, hardly able to believe what they were seeing, gathered around.  Tyler helped the drained Louis into a seat, and took his place amongst them.  All eyes watched with fascination, every coc-k was out, and every boy masturbating expectantly.   When he was certain he had everyone’s attention, Simon began to thrust in and out of Yulya’s mouth, maintaining a smooth, unhurried rhythm.  She was enraged; if looks could kill, he would have suffered a thousand deaths.  But in this case, not only could they not kill, but they merely enhanced his enjoyment.  He had dreamt of this moment, but never believed his dreams could come true.  But now it was really, undeniably, happening, in front of a dozen witnesses, and being recorded on video for evidential certitude.

As he continued to assault her face in this ungentlemanly manner, Yulya, to her intense consternation, and quite against all her inclinations, felt herself becoming more and more aroused.  What might, under other circ-umstances, have been pleasurable, was utterly infuriating.  It was not enough she should suffer this abuse, but the thought that her body was actually responding to it was for her the most demeaning aspect of the whole thing.  It was at that moment that deep inside her a small but intense flame was ignited.  It was the desire – the determination – for a dreadful revenge.  Even as Simon and Oscar were smiling at their own audacity, Yulya was planning their downfall.

One of the boys – it may have been James – was finding the whole spectacle far too much for him.  There was a little cry, almost a sob, and he exploded over Yulya’s right boot, splattering the expensive leather with blobs of creamy spunk.  This set off the rest, and they quickly followed suit, discharging jet after jet all over her, crowding forward in an effort to leave no part of her unsullied.  Apart from the universal intake of breath, the only sound that could be heard for some moments was the soft pattering of fresh sperm on taut latex.  And in spite of her anger, Yulya could not resist what she saw as an expression of sexual idolization by so many virile boys.  The dil-do inside her seemed to be vibrating, though in truth it was her body that was doing so.  She stared at the row of faces contorted with pleasure, the jerking bodies, the spurting members, she seemed to feel the warmth of their ejaculate through the rubber – and she started to c-um herself, great spasms of pleasure jolting her body.

Oscar, seeing her eyes close in ecstasy and sensing what was happening, saw no reason to hold back any longer, and released load after load onto her cheek and nose, and onto her upper lip, whence it was carried into her mouth by Simon’s thrusting pen-is.  Anna, trembling with excitement and struggling to hold the camera still, now homed in on Yulya’s dripping face.  Her glossy red lips were sticky with a white froth of sperm, whipped up by Simon’s movements, and now he too was overtaken by a massive orgasm.  With a groan of pleasure, he pumped wad after wad of thick, hot c-um into her mouth.  Yulya, climaxing violently, intoxicated with lust, swallowed greedily as fast as he could ejaculate, and when he was quite spent, even suc-ked the pulsing head in hope of more.

After some time, he slowly withdrew, leaving her still twitching from the aftershocks of the most intense climax she had ever experienced.  The boys, as if waking from a dream, returned to reality one by one, awed at the heights to which all of them had travelled, and unsure of what was to follow.  Yulya remained in her chair, her head lolling on her breast, temporarily incapable of rising even had she not been restrained.  She was smothered in sticky, milky semen: strings of it hung from her nose, her chin, from the tips of her breasts; it trickled lazily down her stomach and flanks, and clung to her boots.  Anna broke the spell.
“I think, boys, you’d better release your teacher now, don’t you?”
The boys stared, then scrambled to unwind the bondage tape.  Simon and Oscar drew back and exchanged anxious glances.
“And maybe an apology would be in order?”
Apologetic murmurs from the class.
“Oh, er, sorry, miss…”
“Yes, miss.  Sorry.  It just sort of…”
“Yeah…really sorry, miss…”

There was a universal struggling with zips.  Yulya, still trembling slightly, pulled herself to her feet.  She was breathing hard.  Behind her, on the blackboard, Anna saw the words “MASTURBATION” and “FELLATIO”.  Like a true photographer, she seized the opportunity.
“Smile, Yulya!”
Taken aback, Yulya looked up.  The spontaneous expression of surprise on her face as Anna took the snap was later to be interpreted as a quiet, satisfied smile.
“Got it!” Anna said to herself.  “That’ll make the best poster!”

[Sandra B]

123.
Debbie took her time getting ready to drive to St. Mary’s.  The teacher who had rung her didn’t say so, but she was sure both the boys must be wet by this time, so she packed all the necessaries in a bag, threw it into the back of her car, and set off.   As she approached the school she could see a little crowd of girls around the front gate, and as she pulled over she caught a glimpse of the two babies up against the gates, looking very distressed.  She smiled.
“There they are.  Being well looked-after, by the look of it.  Dear me, they really don’t look very happy.  They should be flattered by all the attention.”
She strode up to the knot of uniforms.
“Good afternoon, girls.  I’m Deborah from P & S.  I see you’ve been looking after the babies for us.  Thank you.  I hope they haven’t been too troublesome.”
“Oh, no,” said Marlene.  “Not at all.  They’ve been posing for pictures – well, till they both had little accidents, as you can see.”
Debbie sighed.  “Oh, dear.  Well never mind.  I’ve got everything I need here.  Is there somewhere I can change them before I take them back?”
The girls exchanged gleeful looks.
“Oh…  You want to change them here?  I’m sure miss can find…in fact, here she comes now.  You can ask her for yourself.”
“Hello.  Are you the lady that rang?  I’m Deborah Buff-Hopkins from P & S.  Sorry it’s taken longer than I thought…”
“Oh, don’t worry.  My girls have enjoyed babysitting, I think.  I’m Violet Canter, deputy head.  I’m glad you could come.  Goodness knows what they were doing right out here.  Playing truant, I wouldn’t be surprised.  I’m afraid” – she glanced at their soggy nappies – “I’m afraid they require a little attention, though…”
“Nice to meet you.  I have all the necessaries.  I was wondering if…  Would it be possible for me to change them here?  They’re very wet indeed, and I don’t see how…”
“Oh, of course.  There’s a large bathroom attached to the gym.  If you have some sort of mat…”
“I have one in the car.  Could a couple of the girls…?”
“Miss, we can help!  We’d like to help, in fact…  If that’s all right by you, of course…”
“There you are.  Our girls – helpful and obliging as always.  By all means.  One of you show Miss…er…Deborah the way, and you can all help to carry the equipment.”

Marlene led the way, carrying a bag of nappies.  Maisy and Patricia  held the big changing mat between them, and Janice carried the big floral changing bag.  The bathroom was large, with showers, toilets, lockers, and a tiled raised seat running along one side.  The big padded plastic mat fitted perfectly on there.  Debbie distributed latex gloves to everyone, and wasted no time unlocking the boys pants, removing them and their nappies, and dropping them in a plastic sack.  In the most matter-of-fact way imaginable, she unbuckled the straps from the baseplate of their devices, removed their plugs, and sent them to the shower.  The girls mouths dropped open. 
“Wh-what are those things they’re wearing?” stammered Janice, unable to take her eyes off the little curled plastic tubes where the boys’ parts should have been.
“Oh, just restraining devices to keep them under control.  Boys of that age can become very unruly if they’re not properly contained, you know.”
“B-but…do they always have to wear them?” asked Maisy, wide-eyed.
“Whilst they’re babies, always,” said Debbie.  “It reminds them that to all intents and purposes they have not reached sexual maturity.”
“And the…other things?” said Marlene, indicating the butt plugs which Debbie was now cleaning with baby wipes.
“Just another reminder the school is in control their bodies for the time being, and they must adhere to its rules while they are there.  They soon get used to it, and its amazing how it improves their behaviour.”
“Yes, I can imagine,” said Patricia enthusiastically, as the boys’ position began to dawn on her.  And her friends’ eyes gleamed with delight at they began to comprehend the extent of the boys’ subjugation.
“So…are all the boys at P & S made into babies…?” asked Maisy, thoughtfully.
“Oh, no…Maisy, is it?  No, dear.  Some are babified, others turned into little girls in pretty dresses and ruffly panties.  Recently, these two were piggies, living in the stables outside.”
“I heard!” cried Marlene.  One of the juniors went to see them, and she said she pushed one of them into the mud!  Oh, gosh.  I really want to visit P & S now, and see how all the naughty boys are tamed.”
“Yeah…cool!”
“Well, you can, if you can make it over next Thursday.  We’re having an open day, and they’ll all be on parade.  These two will be showing people around and serving drinks.  You should come.”
“We can ask permission from Mrs Canter.  I’m sure she’d let us.  I mean, it’s educational, isn’t it?”
“Yes, ask her,” said Debbie.  “I’ll put in a good word for you.  I can assure you you’ll enjoy yourselves.”
“Oh my god!  Sorry, miss, but it sounds really cool.  I hope we’re allowed.”
“I do too.  Now, boys?  Out of the shower, get dried and come here.  The girls are going to help change you – aren’t you. girls?”

[krystalasbaby2017]

Further humiliation for the babies, and i wonder what Miss Yulya maybe thinking for the boys, i am sure she planning on getting them back and maybe Anna tooo for not stopping the boys

[Sandra B]

124.
Yulya wasn’t very impressed by Anna’s behaviour.  First she had taken delight in videoing every humiliation that had been heaped upon her, and then she had the temerity to catch her unawares for a still.  She was about to say something devastating, both to Anna and the whole class.  Fortunately she realised just in time that in her present state standing on her dignity would not only be difficult, but ridiculous.  So she substituted an enigmatic remark.
“I think today you all make mistake.  Biggest mistake by Simon and Oscar, yes?”
Then she turned on her heel, unbolted the door, and left. 

Her first port of call was the shower room, where she spent a good twenty minutes washing the slime off her face and her suit.  It was surprisingly sticky and tenacious, and it took her a while to rinse the taste of Simon out of her mouth.  After that she made her way back to her own room and changed into old jeans and a sweater – something as far from her recent attire that she could find.    For the moment at least she didn’t want to relive memories of the events of the afternoon.  She hung around in her room till seven, when she was sure all the boys would have left.  Then she went to see Shirley.
She found her, not in her office, but in the games room with Anna and Mandy.  They appeared slightly flustered, and she realised they had been watching something on one of the big screens, which they had turned off when they heard her coming.
“Ah…Yulya…we were just talking about you,” said Shirley, awkwardly, looking slightly flushed.
“You see film, yes?  Of course.  Thank you Anna, for support.  My good friend, yes darling?”
“Look, Yulya, I was just doing what I employed to do.  I…”
“Save it.  I see you enjoyed your work.”
Yulya had always suspected Anna was slightly jealous of her, of her looks and the effect she could have on males.  It was true that, at times, she had played on that jealousy, and had found it amusing to watch Anna’s irritation.  So she couldn’t really blame her for making the most of her humiliation.
“I’m sorry, but…”
“You made good film, Anna.  It okay.  Maybe one day they get you too.  Then I will laugh.”
“I wasn’t laughing.”
“No, true.  Only big smile…”
“Come on, you two,” chided Shirley, “stop bickering.  She’s right, though.  I would have been very annoyed if I had missed anything.  But she got the lot.  Just like you, Yulya,” she grinned.
“Miss Shirley, please.  No more joking.  Well?  Don’t I get see it too?”

So they sat through the whole thing once again.  It was beautifully filmed.
“Yes, a work of art,” said Mandy.  “Don’t you think so, Yulya?  No, sorry.  But you didn’t look as though you were totally unhappy, I must say.  Especially towards the end there.”
It was Yulya’s turn to blush.
“And you certainly don’t look angry in the still.  Show her, Anna,” added Shirley.
“Oh…”
“Are you actually smiling?”
“No…  I was surprise, that’s all.”
“Well, whatever, that’ll be our poster.”
“Our poster?”
“Well, I mean the boys’, of course.”
“The boys?  You will reward them and make me – what they call it, “wank fodder”?”
“Well, darling, better they wank over your picture than over you, isn’t it?”
Anna sniggered.  Yulya ignored her.
“So,” continued Shirley, “what are we going to do about them?”
“I don’t want boys punish.  Only Simon and Oscar.”
“I agree.  I’ve been discussing it with Mandy, and I think there’s no alternative.”
“No alternative?”
“Expulsion.  Don’t you agree?”
Yulya frowned.  That wasn’t revenge.  Taking them out of her clutches was the last thing she wanted.  But she pretended her motives were altruistic.
“Of course, Miss Shirley, if you decide…”
“You don’t want them expelled?  After what they did to you?”
“I like correction better…”
“Correction?”
“We – I – punish them here.  Make them sorry.”
“Oh.  Well, that’s very tolerant of you.  Really, I’ll leave it to you.  I mean, you’re the injured party.”
“Did you have something particular in mind?” asked Mandy.
A faint smile spread over Yulya’s face.  “Yes.  I teach them more about fellatio.”
They all laughed.  “What?  You want more?  You did enjoy it!”
“Not for me.  For them!”

[krystalasbaby2017]

Looking forward to seeing how she works this out for those 2 boys