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(M/g+, ped, nc, exh, spank) *** The dinner was actually quite a nice thought. The year was drawing to a close, and everything was being wrapped up. Tonight was the special dinner for anybody involved in a recreational, extra-curricular activity. Although the majority of the students were from the all-boys Woodsbridge Progressive Higher Learning School, a handful of girls from St. Anthony the Martyr's School were also in attendance. The girls had worked closely with their male counterparts on the annual yearbook. Which is to say, the girls made up all eight people working in the club, doing the work for both schools. They had been invited to the dinner, which was being attended by everyone in Grades 11 and 12. Everyone was in top dress. Whilst for the boys this was just a shirt and tie, the girls had to wear their full uniform. A pressed blouse hung just over gray skirts and a black leather belt. Short gray socks and matching gray ties, coupled with flat, black leather dress shoes. It was far from the most comfortable uniform, considering teachers were constantly reminding them to keep their top buttons done up and ties tight, but it turned on the boys, especially with 'abnormally' short skirts. Each of the girls had been sent to their own all-male table. Although normally this would have been entertaining for the center-of-attention girls, it was actually somewhat awkward. Almost every other award was for a sports-based activity. The testerone-fueled adolescents were uncomfortably loud and aggressive in their pick-up lines. The girls ended up just ignoring them, and received the same treatment. Later in the night, after the first dish, each club began presenting some sort of form of entertainment. Although the girls were all secretly annoyed that they hadn't thought of anything, they all got over it. Some tried stand-up comedy, slapstick humor or showed home- made videos. Most of it was just stupid. Tasha was sitting at one table. She was by far both the smallest and the youngest. At a little over five feet, weighing a hundred and ten pounds and being only sixteen years old, she felt somewhat uncomfortable in the presence of bulky males. At least they weren't hitting on her. She wasn't what they considered 'hot'. 'Hot' was big breasted, blond, blue eyes and stupid. She was more cute. She had straight, shoulder length black hair, deep green eyes and was one of the smartest kids in her grade. Somebody tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to see Mr. Portbello, the Headmaster of Woodsbridge School. She immediately stood up, although the men just glanced at him. She nodded politely. "Sir?" she asked, unsure of this purpose. "Please follow me," he said. He began walking out of the gymnasium/dining room without looking back. Tasha simply followed him, walking straight out into a nearby change room where the Headmaster was waiting for her. "Good evening, sir," said Tasha, trying to be friendly. The Headmaster seemed to have been raised in the Old School, preferring discipline and obedience to intelligence. "It is my belief that your department has failed to plan for a performance tonight," said the Headmaster. "Yes sir. Nobody told our school." "I request that you choose your words more carefully," murmured the Headmaster. "We did, in fact, send word to Ms. Harris, the woman who's in charge of your little club, correct?" "Yes sir. Sir, she's been on maternity leave for three- " "Did I give you permission to speak?" "No sir." "Then remain silent." There was a brief, awkward pause. "As you have no doubt noticed, every other group has some sort of entertainment scheduled." "Yes sir." "Have you paid a ticket price?" "No sir. I wasn't aware there was one." "There isn't. Have you eaten our food?" "Yes sir." "So you have eaten our food and taken up space, but provide us with nothing in compensation?" Tasha wanted to point out that she had effectively written the entire yearbook herself, but bit her tongue. "Correct, sir." "Well then," said the Headmaster, opening an unmarked door. "It is as I predicted. I have our School Head planning a performance which you can participate in. Do you so choose to?" "What is it's nature, sir?" "I am not aware," he said, "but remember, you come here representing your school. Do not force me to publicly point out that you have failed it." "Sir, I will participate," said Tasha, unsure of what she was getting into. "And this is completely of your own free will?" "Yes sir," she replied, unsure of what he meant but going along with it anyways. "Then enter," the Headmaster replied, indicating the unmarked door. Tasha took a tentative step forward, then crossed the threshold. She looked back just in time to see him pulling a tape recorder from his jacket and turning it off. The room was a sort of equipment storage shed, filled with basketball racks and soccer balls and the like. Also inside, however, were her seven fellow students. Each was wearing top dress and looking sufficiently sullen. The Head of School was also standing there. He nodded towards her when she entered. "Ah, you must be Tasha," he said, with a smile that seemed filled with lies. "My name is Mr. Lee. I will be in charge of this somewhat improvised performance." "Sir, what are we-" "Ah, did I give you permission to speak?" "No sir." Damn, this school was strict. "Then you best remember your place. Join the line." Tasha joined the front of the line. One of her schoolmates, Janna, briefly nudged her. Tasha nudged her back. Something very, very odd was going on. "Alright ladies, show time," said Mr. Lee, after a brief, muffled applause from outside. "Single file, arms at your sides, chins up, no looking around, due exactly as I say." He pushed a large door open, which appeared off the side of the stage. Mr. Lee walked out first, followed by each of the girls, with Tasha at the head. A spotlight appeared on them. Mr. Lee proudly marched onto the stage, then gestured for the girls to form a horizontal line behind him. "Gentlemen, I'm sure you're all aware of the presence of our fellow schoolmates from St. Anthony here tonight. Whilst their presence is welcome, I believe we must remind them of the Woodsbridge Code." "Obedience to the Authorities, Discipline to the School, Servitude to the Headmaster," replied the mass of boys below, as one. "Very good. Whilst so far, every group has presented some form of entertainment for the Headmaster, I have just been informed that these lovely ladies have chosen not to." There was instant booing from around the audience. The girls began to feel extremely alienated. The Head of School held up his hands, and silence fell over them all. "Yes, I can understand your dissatisfaction with these girls. But, do we offer them a change at redemption and entertainment simultaneously?" Instantly, they all began to clap. They were so much better behaved when an adult was nearby. Tasha shifted from foot to foot, unsure of what to do now. After a gesture from Mr. Lee, two janitors quickly pulled a long pole primarily used for extending the stage length up onto the platform, affixing it to two smaller, vertical poles. Mr. Lee walked up behind Tasha and grabbed her tie, pulling her forward in a very master-and-slave relation. He brought her in front of the pole and turned her around, so the audience had a good view of her back. Then, he pushed her down, until her face was level with the waist-height pole. Pulling her back, he picked up her limp hands and placed them on the pole. Immediately, the other seven girls joined her. It was a very uncomfortable position, and they all had a sickening feeling what was going to happen. Carefully, Mr. Lee reached around Tasha's waist, much to the applaud of the audience. He unclipped her leather belt, and held it firmly in one hand. Then, he grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it down to make a pool around her ankles. What a day to decide to wear black tight briefs. The cheering in the audience seemed to skyrocket, although Tasha couldn't see what was going on. At least, until she felt the harsh smack of her own belt against her buttocks. She yelped in pain, leaning forward, only to have Mr. Lee push her down again. He hit her with the belt again, although this time he kept a hand on her neck to keep her from moving. He hit her again and again, each time to the enjoyment of the male audience. "Now, we all know that she has these wretched undergarments on, which, undoubtedly, soften the blows to mere pricks." Mr. Lee grabbed Tasha's underwear and pulled them down with her skirt, revealing an exposed bottom for the 300 or so massed boys. There was more wild cheering as Mr. Lee slapped her again with her own belt. Tasha had difficulty holding back her tears. Every slash was like a nasty bee sting. After maybe five minutes of non-stop belting and near- crying, Mr. Lee picked up Tasha's tie and pulled her to face the crowd. Tasha barely managed to hide her crotch between her legs as she stood before the gaping males. "Now, her colleagues have done nothing but stand around, unlike this young lady. She will be moved to a nearby wall, where she will remain for the remainder of the immediate entertainment." He pulled the tearing girl to the back of the stage (which was still very visible) and pushed her down on her knees. He then grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her head, lacing her fingers together as he spread her legs apart. It was an uncomfortable corner time position to hold, and she couldn't even reach her swelling backside. The next half hour was a mix of physical and emotional pain. She could here her schoolmates being slapped furiously by Mr. Lee to the enjoyment of the boys, whilst her own bare knees cried in pain at the prolonged pressure put on them. At every interval Mr. Lee would quickly inspect her, making sure her posture was proper. "Now ladies, front and center," said Mr. Lee, after the final girl had broken down into sobs. The girls stood up and walked to the front of the stage, trying to conceal their vaginas from the sex-hungry adolescents. Every girl but Tasha had bowed their head. Tasha, however, continued to look defiantly into the crowd. "Now, these young offenders have all paid for their offenses to the school, but have they paid each and every one of you individual gentlemen?" "No!" replied the crowd, unanimously. "That is, indeed, correct. Whilst this is neither the time nor the place for the event, please visit the second floor classrooms, should you desire additional compensation." There was much fanfare as the girls were marched semi- naked down the stage and between the tables, out of the gymnasium and up onto the second floor. "Well, I must say that was an interesting performance," said the Headmaster, joining up with Mr. Lee. "H-how?" sobbed one of the girls, covering her crotch with her two hands. Instead of replying, the Headmaster simply pulled out a tape recorder from his blazer and hit the play button. "I agree to whatever activity you have planned for us," came the girl's voice. "Now, technically you agreed to anything the school did that is not directly illegal. Voluntary beatings are, indeed legal. I'm not so sure about..." he trailed off. Mr. Lee dragged them onto the second floor, where classroom doors had been left unlocked. Whilst the Headmaster waited outside, Mr. Lee grabbed Tasha's tie and dragged her into the nearest classroom. He locked the door behind her. "Young lady, our school is dedicated to providing an excellent education in all features of a young man's life. Don't take it personally - you're just a tool." Tasha was still too stunned to say anything. Mr. Lee walked right up to her and carefully undid her tie. Tasha didn't resist. He then pulled out her leather belt that she'd been spanked with. Pulling her wrists behind her back, he looped the belt around her, then improvised a hole through the leather, effectively binding Tasha's hands. "Please, don't," begged Tasha. Instead of replying, Mr. Lee pushed her onto a nearby desk and pulled off her shoes. He had a clear view of her vagina, but she was beyond caring. Taking off her socks, he stuffed one gray garment into her mouth, and then cleave gagged her with her own tie. Tasha began silently weeping, but to no avail. Mr. Lee stretched her remaining sock around her eyes, effectively blindfolding her. Tasha lay, blind, gagged and restrained, on the cold floor of the classroom as Mr. Lee made sure the windows were locked before turning off the lights. "I'll be very disappointed if you don't satisfy our boys," he whispered. He turned off the lights and locked the door behind her. END This work is the product of Mr. Universe. If you have comments, suggestions, criticism or anything of the like, please e-mail me at Mr.Universe@hush.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 50