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In the year 2065 the standards for academics and modesty become much stricter all over the globe. Laws began popping up in every country requiring each individual to uphold high standards of modesty and achievement with dire consequences for law breakers. Over night governments took over the regulation of punishments within schools, and universities.

Students were now more pressured than ever to excel as crazy consequences took place of detentions, suspensions, and assignment halls. Now instead every time a student had a missing assignment they were to be canned publicly 20 times for each assignment. Every unexcused absence was a half hour whipping out in the main yard. And every F received meant an hour in the infirmary receiving burns to the genitalia.

And then there was the worst punishment. One so bad that most students didn’t even know what it was. The teachers were forbid from talking about it. All the students knew was that after receiving the secret punishment you’d never be punished again. 

For Ailsa and the other female students at Crasteven university for girls school rules were very serious. There were no parties, no slackers, and no second chances. Dress codes were always followed, assignments always turned in on time, and the young women took to studying religiously.

But unlike the other students, who never forgot to turn on their alarms, Ailsa was starting to get the habit of being tardy to class. And her grades weren’t improving because of it.

“Shit! I’m thirty minutes late! If I miss this test I’ll surely fail the whole class.” Rushing through the halls of the main campus building Ailsa searches for her class. Minutes tick by and just as she reaches the door the ringing of the bell reverberates throughout the entire building. 

 Ailsa sat and watched as her peers all walked past her muttering and gossiping, none of them aware as she stood unmoving. She had failed, and now she would be punished, severely before being expelled.

“Well Well...Miss Ailsa how wonderful that you finally grace me with your presence. Though I’m afraid your a tad late the exam is already over. And as you know I do not hand out second chances.”

  Professor Fowler, the most handsome professor that the university had as well as the most strict. Smirking he slid his gaze over her and the forlorn expression on her beautiful face.

  “It’s a shame that you’ll have to be canned and whipped before sent to pack your bags. If only there was a way to keep your position her as student with minimal humiliation.”

  With a hand on his chin he smiled a cruel mischievous smile, 

  “Well I suppose there is an alternative punishment. One that will result in neither expulsion or beating.”

Surprised Ailsa looked up hopeful, “Please Professor what’s the alternative punishment? I’ll do anything as long As I don’t have to leave! Please sir tell me please!”

Turning from her Fowler took a sheet of paper from his desk looking it over, “I don’t know. It might be easier for you to just take your punishment and move on. True you’ll be a laughing stock, and your parents will be dreadfully disappointed but ah well....you probably wouldn’t take the secret punishment anyway.”

Terrified Ailsa looked down, “The secret punishment? The one no one is allowed to talk about?”

Nodding Fowler holds out the paper, “But still if you wish to chose it all you need is to sign this form saying you consented to the alternative.”

He laid the sheet down on a near by desk and watched as Ailsa approached, reading through the vague form before looking up at him, “A pen sir? Can I borrow a pen?”

Smirking once more the good professor moved to hand her one, “But of course Ailsa. If you’re sure that this is what you want?”

“It is.”

And taking the pen Ailsa hastily singed not knowing what she had just consented to.

“Very well Ailsa. The secret punishment it is. We can go to the infirmary together, I’ll help you through your last bit of feminine happiness, and then it’ll be over.” 

Shaking Ailsa walked out the door and turned towards the infirmary with the ever stoic Professor Fowler followed close behind. Stumbling slightly she managed to make it down the long hallway, through the humiliating walk with her peers leering at her. It was like they knew what her punishment was to be. Like they knew and they knew she was going to receive it.

Finally the agonizing walk was over as Professor Fowler held open the door for her into the bright, white, clean space. Instantly a nurse was there leading her back into a curtained area while Professor  Fowler talked with the Matron. Awkwardly getting undressed under the watchful gaze of the nurse she tried to hear their conversation, only catching broken phrases.

“She needs an entire removal.... roots and all.” 

‘Fowler. What are they talking about. Removing what? Are they going to be taking something?’

“I agree....no she doesn’t need it.....if you’re sure but you know.....bad business.....won’t save her pleasure.”

‘Matron. Won’t save whose pleasure? Mine? What don’t I need?”’

“It’s the least I.....taking the entire bud after all....stay and watch?” 

‘Fowler. Taking what? And surely he won’t be allowed to watch right.’

“Of course you can watch the procedure Elliot.”

And suddenly matron was there looking at her in Ailsa’s nude glory wondering what was taking so long. 

“Finally. Go ahead and get seated in the examination chair. We’re going to strap you in and then get started.”

Nervous Ailsa clambered into the chair her cheeks burning as the professor watches her, his eyes traveling from her large breasts to the valley of her legs, and her protruding clit. Once in the chair the nurse made quick work of strapping her in as the matron grabbed a cover tray.

Setting the tray down matron pulled a rolling stool over and placed it near the chair in between Ailsa’s spread legs and shamefully dripping slit. Shaking her head Matron drew a gloved finger through the cleft of her pussy, collecting the dew of her arousal.  

“Professor Fowler has kindly offered to give your final pleasure in the form of oral massage.”

“Wait what?!?” Ailsa asks confused and afraid. 

Settling on the chair and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt Professor Fowler laughed, “An orgasm Ailsa. I’m going to be giving you your final orgasm. For the first and last time my tongue will be caressing your tender clit before matron has it removes. That’s the secret punishment. That’s what we’re here for.”

Gasping in surprise Ailsa begins to struggle in her bonds, “No you can’t! That illegal! That’s barbaric!” 

Sliding his fingers over her thighs Fowler shakes his head, “No Ailsa. It’s the law. You’re eighteen, we don’t need your parents consent to snip out your clitoris, and the government has mandated that we are obliged to when a young lady chooses this punishment for herself. We cannot force this on you, but you asked for it. Begged if I do remember correctly.”

Leaning down Fowler drew his tongue across her perky clit shuddering at the divine taste, “Oh Miss Ailsa you certainly taste exquisite. What a shame it is that you’ll never again feel the pleasure of a mans tongue lavishing your bursting bud.” 

Then like a starving man he took her thighs in hand as he pressed his face to her pussy and ravaged her with his mouth. Tossing back and forth er whimpering and moaning wantonly in pleasure it wasn’t long before her poor sensitive clit couldn’t take anymore and she came with a cry.

Smirking and wiping his face clean of her juices Fowler gave her clit one last lingering kiss goodbye before he moved away to take his place at her side. Shaking her head Matron gave her dripping cunt a withering look.

“I don’t understand the need for her to have any orgasms at all. Disgusting that little clit is, dreadfully unclean and unsanitary. It’s much more hygienic and pleasing when it’s gone. No more nasty smegma spread by wandering fingers, no more smell.” 

Wrinkling her nose she sighed before moving into position between Ailsa’s spread legs, “Alright then, let’s get this over with.” 

With Fowler on her left, and the nurse on her right, there was nothing Ailsa could do to stop the placating words of encouragement as matron brought forth the implements of her doom. Shining in the light of the infirmary a wicked sharp scalpel and a pair of steel forceps.

“Such a good girl. Your doing such a good job sweetie. It won’t be long now, the cutting is the worst of it and it won’t take long.” 

“You don’t need a clit anyway. It only gets in the way of your studies. Now you’ll be top of the class.”

“It really won’t hurt too bad. Just take a deep breath and let matron cut out this naughty clit.”

“This is the first time I’ve ever been able to see this procedure in person. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I hear that when the blade pierces the clit you’ll let out the most beautiful cry of agony.”

Without hesitation matron slid the scalpel deep into Ailsa’s poor young clit. 

“Ahhh! Fuck! It hurts! Get away! Leave my clit alone! Don’t touch it! Don’t touch it!”

“I’m afraid it’s much too late for that.” Fowler commented as he avidly watched Matron cut deeper into her clit. “See the damage has been done. All that’s left now is to just wait it out like a good girl as matron makes her way to your clit roots.”

Cutting. So much cutting. Slicing and pulling and prodding. All of it torture to poor Ailsa. She just kept screaming and sobbing until finally matron grasped her clit root in her forceps. Without ceremony or comment Matron completed the declitting of Ailsa Messer. As her scalpel passed through the tough purple roots of her clit Ailsa threw her head back and gave a loud guttural cry. 

Slumping back down on the chair sobbing as matron held up the long, bloody piece of flesh and smiled. 

“It is done. Ailsa you are now a good clean girl. Your parents are going to be so proud of their proper clitless daughter.”

None of the other students in her class ever found out what happened to Ailsa. All they knew was that she had taken the special punishment and had now been transferred into the elite classes with the other gifted students. It was so strange though that Ailsa would be transferred on the same day as all of those loud screams ringing throughout the university.