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One
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“Here’s how it works, bitch,” said Archer to Ivy, as she sat bare cunted, trapped in the toilet cubicle.
“Part one: you don’t use the toilets without permission. If you need to use the toilet, you come and find one of us, and you say, nice and loud, ‘Please sir, I’m sorry I’m a stupid cunt, may I piss in the boys’ toilets?’ Do you understand?”
Ivy felt tears in the corners of her eyes, but she nodded, eager to not have her head flushed in the toilet again.
“If you can’t find any of us, then you record a video of yourself saying those words and send it to one of us. If you do that, you can assume you have permission – but the video must be filmed on school grounds, and it must show your bare tits or pussy. If you don’t want to send us a video of your tits or cunt that we can keep, then you’d better find us in person.”
Archer waited to make sure Ivy had understood that. She did, although she hated it. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She was too pretty and wealthy to have experiences like this. Something, she felt, was very wrong.
“If you’re a good girl and follow the rule then we won’t stop you from using the toilet, and we’ll even let you keep the door shut,” said Archer. “So be a good girl, okay?”
She nodded.
“Like I said before, you call all of us ‘sir’, and you answer to ‘bitch’,” said Archer. “I don’t care whether we’re in public, in class, or what. You get either of those wrong, and there will be consequences. You get me?”
She did.
“And then there’s the matter of lessons,” he said. “Each week I’m going to set you an assignment. And what I want you to deliver is one of those projects like you did in primary school – a big A2 piece of cardboard, with text and pictures on it, and sparkles and stars and glitter and shit. It should look girly and stupid, and it should show that you understood the assignment and did research and shit. You bring it to me each Friday, at the start of school, and I will give it a grade – like D, C minus, A plus.”
“If it is not an A plus, you will be punished, firstly by being spanked in the school quadrangle. The worse your project is, the more spanks you will receive.”
“But… people will see…” protested Ivy.
“Then don’t get it wrong,” said Archer. “Also, if it is less than an A grade overall, I’ll make your life at this school worse. And if it falls short of a B grade, I’ll make you re-do it over the weekend and re-submit. Do you understand me?”
At this point, Ivy *didn’t* really understand. Projects? Assignments? This was insane. She just wanted the boys to leave her alone so she could pull her panties out of her ass, her skirt out of her twat, and dress herself.
But she knew what he wanted to hear.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Good bitch,” said Archer. “Your first assignment topic is on why you deserve to be punished by boys. Good luck.”
And abruptly, without any further words, he backed up. Liam and Theo released her – and then all the boys left.
When Ivy pulled her skirt out of her twat, it was wet with her cunt juices. She was going to have to wear it all day – and her hair was still wet from being flushed in the toilet.
She had never been this humiliated.
She sat back on the toilet, wondering what to do.
Her cunt had an answer. It was wet – humiliatingly, embarrassingly wet.
Slowly, blushing, she reached down and began to rub it….
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Ivy wasn’t good at remember the “sir” and “bitch” thing. Not at first. She frequently forgot to call the boys who had abused her “sir”. And on two occasions someone yelled out “hey, bitch” across the school courtyard, and she didn’t think to look up and respond.
When she got this wrong, the boys wouldn’t do anything immediately. They’d just say “that’s one”, in a menacing tone.
But at the end of the school day, they would invariably find her, and drag her into the toilets, and push her up against the wall.
“Face, tits, or cunt?” Archer would ask.
On the first such occasion, Ivy began to cry, thinking they were going to rape her. “Face,” she spluttered, finally, thinking it might be the least invasive option.
But rather than taking out his cock, Archer just slapped her across the face.
“You got it wrong six times today,” he told her. “That’s six slaps. Thank me after each one and apologise for being a cunt.”
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I’m a cunt.”
SLAP!
“Thank you, sir. I’m sorry I’m a cunt.”
SLAP!
It continued until she had paid for all her sins of the day.
The asking for permission was hard, too. She thought about trying to just use the toilets without permission – but after what had happened the first time, she was genuinely terrified of what the boys might do to her if they caught her pissing without permission again.
So she got used to seeking out the boys between classes, trying to catch them in as quiet and isolated a spot as possible, and saying, “Please, sir, I’m sorry I’m a stupid cunt, may I piss in the boys’ toilets?”
She quickly learned that she had to say it loud enough to be overheard by anyone nearby, otherwise the boys would just make her repeat herself until she did it right. Quite a number of boys who hadn’t been among her initial tormentors heard her, and sniggered. It became quite a joke at the school – boys whose names she didn’t even know would ask her if she needed to piss. If she raised her hand in class, someone would call out, “She probably needs to piss.”
And there was the matter of the assignment. “Why she deserved to be punished.”
She didn’t really know what to do with it, but she bought a good supply of A2 card, and craft supplies. She used a silver pen to write “Why I deserve to be punished” at the top of the paper, and then wrote a short essay about how she had used the boys’ toilets without permission, which she shouldn’t have done because it was disrespectful. She took a photo of the toilets, and added that to the assignment, and decided that was enough.
On Friday she presented it to Archer.
“What the fuck is this?” said Archer.
“It’s my assignment,” said Ivy, nervously.
“It’s shit, is what it is,” said Archer. “You think the only reason you deserve punishment is because you were in the toilets that day? You don’t think that your gender, your daddy’s wealth, your big tits, and your bitchy cunty nature play a part?”
Ivy didn’t know what to say.
“I give this a D,” said Archer. “Liam, Theo, this bitch needs a spanking.”
It was half an hour until school was due to start. They were in the school courtyard, and other boys were present. There was a male teacher near one of the doors to the main school building, watching.
Liam grabbed Ivy’s arms, and Theo reached under her skirt. He pulled her panties down her legs and then off.
The other boys were watching eagerly. So was the teacher, making no move to intervene.
Theo and Leo flipped Ivy around and bent her over the edge of a raised planting area, her ass out. And then Archer began to spank her.
She had expected it to hurt – and it did hurt – but it was more than that. Each blow produced a thud that vibrated through her buttocks – and her groin. It felt a little like how she imagined being fucked might feel, with her lover’s body thumping against her with each thrust into her cunt. Archer didn’t even use the flat of his hand – he used his fist and his arm, striking her with his forearm and fist across both buttocks.
To her shame, Ivy felt her cunt getting wet, and she started to make little slutty gasps. She couldn’t believe that no one was intervening. A dozen boys and a teacher were all staring at her bare ass as Archer beat her, and none of them seemed to see a problem with what was happening.
Archer kept spanking her, and her cunt kept getting wetter – and then at 50 strokes, he stopped.
Gently, he reached out and ran a finger along the cleft of her pussy. It came away soaking wet, dripping the slime that lubricated her fuckhole.
Everyone saw it. Everyone saw that she was sopping wet from being spanked in public.
“We’ll keep your panties, bitch,” he said. “In fact, that’s a new rule. Every morning, you come and see me, and take off your panties and give them to me. No panties at school. And I’m going to check to see if you’re wet, like you are now. And I want to find that you are. A lesson in lust. Give me your underwear, and make sure that your cunt is wet when you do so.”
“Oh, and re-do the assignment, bitch,” he added. “It had better be right on Monday, or you’ll get worse than a spanking.”
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She worked all weekend on the re-worked assignment. She had to stop several times, because working on it made her think about her public spanking – and when she thought about that, her cunt got wet, and then she had to masturbate.
Her father came to her closed bedroom door several times to check on her.
“Are you okay in there, sweetie?” he asked.
“Yes, daddy,” she called out, furiously rubbing her cunt. “Just doing some homework.”
In the end she added a couple of photos of her face to the assignment, and another photo that focused on her cleavage. “I Have Oversized Tits”, she wrote next to this photo in gold pen. Elsewhere, she wrote “I’m A Spoiled Brat”, “I’m A Stupid Cunt”, “I’m A Dumb Bitch”, “I’m A Whore” and “Girls Are Stupid And Need Discipline”. She added extra glitter, and drew some love hearts for good measure, before signing her name at the bottom.
On Monday, she blushed as she pulled off her panties in the school courtyard and gave them to Archer. He immediately reached under her skirt and found her cunt wet. It ought to be – she had been edging for half an hour before getting in her father’s car to go to school.
She felt nervous as she handed him the revised assignment, and even more nervous when he unrolled it, and then laughed.
But when he turned back to look at her, he was approving.
“This is very good,” he told her. “Not an A plus, but I’ll give it an A minus. You’re a good bitch.”
And Ivy hated the fact that, upon hearing this demeaning compliment about her degrading project, a little part of her inside felt proud of herself for earning this mark.
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