Giovanni Zola was practically royalty in the hotel. He could do
whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted to whomever he wanted. On the
politician’s arrival to the bar, he demanded that Grace, the young redhead
receptionist clear the area of anyone he didn’t like. Mostly it was males.
He was late in his years, celebrating his seventy third birthday
in the hotel. Though he may have been old, some handsome features survived. He
had taken to living more luxuriously, knowing that his time was limited.
He seated himself in a booth accompanied by his stern faced body
guard who never leaves his side. She was armed, three guns, one on her leg, one
on her hip and on in a holster under her blouse. His daughter was not present
though he was assured she was safe in the hotel. He was aware of its
underground services. Also seated beside him to his left, was a young eighteen
year old girl he recently purchased from the hotel. He had no idea where she
came from, though he knew she wasn’t a guest. She was a petite slender brunette
who came well trained and in fresh condition. She knew her place, what she was;
She sucked his cock while he drank his whiskey.
‘Will that be all Sir?’ Grace asked.
He shook his head. ‘Take off your clothes and get on the table.’
‘Excuse me Sir?’ she said, sweating.
‘I said, take off your clothes and get on the table.’
‘I’m sorry Sir, I can’t do that. There are women who can do that…’
‘I’m not interested in other women. I want to see your cunt. So
get it out.’
‘If I ask again, you’ll regret it.’
Fearing a repeat of that morning, she slipped out of her clothes
and climbed onto the table before him.
‘Spread your legs,’ he said.
The table felt cold on bare bottom but it was also quite soothing
to the lingering sting. Slowly, she parted her thighs and exposed herself to
him and his companion.
‘Voila!’ he said. ‘Isn’t that beautiful?’
His guard nodded. He placed his drink on the table and stroked her
furry red stripe.
He shushed her. ‘Slave,’ he
Sandy stopped sucking his cock and looked up at him. ‘Kiss her.’
She raised her body and sat on his knee. She reached a hand up to
touch Grace’s face and then kissed her. Grace was hesitant.
‘Not there,’ he said.
She turned to him. He pointed at the table girl’s pussy.
She hesitated and then shuffled towards her; she buried her face
in her fiery snatch. Grace gasped.
His cock hung firm neglected and hard. Realising he didn’t have much option, he grabbed
his bodyguard by the head and forced her down, she resisted but eventually he
felt her lips and around his cock.
She gave great head. It was why he hired her. Sure she was
experienced and qualified but Giovanni would always feel safer if he was protected
by a man. When he informed her she was unsuccessful she dropped to her knees
and sucked him like he’d never been sucked before. How could he not hire her
then? Keeping her around as a pretend bodyguard was worth it when he got to
feel that beautiful mouth go to work whenever he felt like it.
He tilted his head back and relaxed, enjoying his bodyguards
determination, occasionally glancing down to see his slave was doing as she was
told. The little redhead was moaning constantly, in both ways, insistent that
she needed to leave, but feeling the pleasure.
A drunken woman at the bar ruined his ambience.
‘Hey…fucking…bar maid,’ she slurred. ‘Bring me a fucking
The drunken brunette was sat on a stool just in front of him at
the bar. As she leaned over the bar to look for someone to pour her a drink she
clearly didn’t need, he could see up her beautiful gown. She was bare. She
slammed her glass down on the bar. ‘Hello?’ She cried. ‘Drink!’
Giovanni was old and old fashioned. The very presence of the
unescorted drunken woman offended him but her shameful behaviour enraged him.
Without a word he stood up, surprising his bodyguard who was relieved to feel
his cock flop out of her mouth.
He pulled down his trousers, and stormed up behind the woman at
‘Is any of you fuckers here?’ The middle aged woman yelled.
He raised her skirt slightly but she was too drunk to notice she
Without a moment’s hesitation he pushed his cock into her butt
It was clear that it was not her first time but with only the lube
of his bodyguards spit it still took a little effort to get his entire cock up
her. Once his stomach pressed against her butt he wasted no time in developing
a rhythm sliding his cock back and forth inside her. She pushed back against
him and placed her hand on the back of his head. The stool rocked quietly on the
floor as he thrust into her, picking up the pace.
He grasped both cheeks of her butt in his hands and slammed his
cock into her, gaining speed and momentum. His thighs slapped against her butt
and her asshole offered no resistance anymore.
‘Slut,’ he shouted. He slapped her right cheek. She moaned softly.
‘Drunken, tramp, slut.’
She glanced back over her shoulder and felt his cold stern eyes
piercing her. He grabbed her by the head and turned it forward forcefully.
‘Don’t look at me you whore.’
Yes…sir,’ she moaned.
He slapped her butt repeatedly as he destroyed her butt. By the
time it was pink he was ready, and came inside her. He squeezed every drop into
her ass and pulled out, leaving her hole gaping and dripping. She collapsed
forward onto the bar, he slapped her bare pink ass once more and then returned
his table. His bodyguard resisted again but found her lips back around his
‘Make sure that woman is in my room tonight,’ he demanded.
Had a laptop problem for a while so no fakes could be produced, alas, resolved! I'm up and running again. However, immediately found my old friends, Mr. Rust and Mr. Clueless, so they're all terrible and for that I apologise. But, being the sentimental guy I am, i will still post them, and with a bit of practice, maybe a few good ones will come out again in the future.....or not...as i was never great anyway.
Charisma Carpenter VS Sarah Michelle Gellar (Buffet the vampire slayer)
There would never be another suit like the one he wore; it was one of a
kind, just like him. Corey was a man of a multiple expertise. His skills allow
him to travel the world in style and comfort. He had the most glorious life,
and the looks to go with it. The only thing he might change about himself if
pressed might have been his height. He wasn’t particularly small, but he felt
that if he was over 6ft instead of just under it, he might have been the
His thick and lustrous dark brown hair was carefully tousled. His face
was strong and defined, his features moulded from granite. Corey was a very
handsome man but what set him apart from all the rest, what made him so
irresistible to virtually any woman he ever met, was his smile. That was Corey’s
secret ingredient. It doesn’t matter if you’re the most beautiful man on the
planet, if you don’t wear your smile and own it, you might as well be the
elephant man. Confidence is the key.
His travels led him to a brand new hotel on an island just off the South
American coast. It was an extremely long journey from his home in Scotland and
very expensive but his curiosity commanded he accept his invitation. It came
one day, through his letter box. It was a small single piece of card that was
decorated in the most extraordinary and splendid manner. Adorned with beautiful
colouring and brail like patterns but for all its splendour, it simply read:
‘Join us at the Hotel Magnifique, a trip you will never forget.’
The very next day he was on the plane.
He carried only a small suitcase, resting by his side while he queued
behind a small group at the hotel front desk. It shouldn’t have taken so long
but there was no one to be seen. He checked his IWC Schaffhausen watch and
counted the thirty second minute he’d been waiting now. It could have been
worse he thought as his eyes floated down to the gigantic pair of cleavages in
the queue ahead of him as they turned in conversation.
The blonde spoke first, ‘what is going on, this is ridiculous.’
Corey could see the majority of her body; she wore only a small white
tank top that clung to her body and a mini pair of black hot pants. Just
looking at her almost gave him an erection. If there was ever an argument that
women are sex objects, she was it. Though she clearly worked hard for it, as
did her friend, their bodies were extremely tight and toned. He wondered if
they were even stronger than he was.
‘I don’t know, surely this can’t be right, where is everyone?’ The
She was of equal size and wore a pair of small denim shorts and a
chequered shirt. Though the blonde seemed perky and fun, the brunette seemed to
have an air of misery surrounding her.
‘Oh come on,’ huffed the blonde.
‘Oh I hope we don’t end up bumping into Chris Abi, I cannot see him.’
‘Oh don’t think about him Alondra, he’s not worth it, he’s nothing but a
cheating scum bag.’
Corey wondered who would be stupid enough to ever cheat on such a
magnificently formed woman. What he wouldn’t give to fuck the pair of them. The
way it sounded, he might have a good chance with the brunette.
‘Excuse me,’ he said.
They turned to him with surprised expressions. His face bore his
charming smile, immediately they felt attracted to him but as they stared into
his icy blue eyes, they felt a chill.
‘Yes?’ Abi said.
‘I can’t help but feel I know you from somewhere,’ he said, staring only
at the blonde.
‘Oh…erm yes, you might have seen me on TV, we’re professional
wrestlers,’ she replied awkwardly.
His eyes were constantly fixed on her own, she looked at Alondra for
assurances that this was quite strange but she was staring at him.
‘That must be it certainly, though I admit I don’t watch wrestling
myself, I presume I must have glimpsed you on some occasion and of course, I
could never forget such a wonderfully sculpted being.’
Abi gave a brief smile and a nod but said nothing.
‘Well anyway, sorry, I sound odd don’t I. Let me introduce myself. My
name is Dawson Saunders and I’m agent, I’d be surprised if you haven’t heard of
me, I don’t wish to brag but the company I am employed with is the second
largest in the world. I have an eye for talent, and when I look at you I see a
great future in female acting.’
Her eyes began to widen.
‘You see, at the moment, actresses are becoming more and more prominent.
No longer are women imprisoned by secondary roles in a male all-star cast. The
time for women is ripe and I’m looking for strong, beautiful women who can
become a shining torch for young girls all over the world. I would love for you
to come and audition so I can see what hidden talent you possess besides your
Her jaw dropped, she couldn’t believe it. She looked at her friend who
seemed just as dumbstruck but never taking her eyes off him.
‘Here, consider my offer, take my card and give me a call. I shall leave
you back to your conversation.’
He handed her a personalised Dawson Saunders business card. If they
checked the website they would find a picture of him at the agency. They turned
back to each other and whispered too each other, he was no longer able to hear.
He stood silently and waited, every now and then they would both turn and try
catch a glimpse of him, and he would smile back every time he caught them.
He checked his watch and saw he’d been waiting forty minutes now, he was
beginning to think he might come back later but finally a tiny redhead girl
appeared behind the desk.
At the front of the queue stood a tall and very slim girl in a beautiful
yellow frock. She began to speak to the girl but a loud voice bellowed from
behind him. It was a thick accent, Corey recognised her to be German. It was
not a subtlety in her appearance, she dressed like the definition of a German
stereotype for a fraulein named Hildi. Mostly black, with a red apron attached
to the front, and a very low cleavage he was grateful for. It looked similar to
a maids outfit, he had never seen one before but he loved it.
The young German blonde barged her way to the front, shouting loudly.
‘Excuse me madam,’ she said. The pretty young girl at the front stepped
out of her way and went behind her in the queue.
‘Hey, she can’t just jump in!’ Abi said.
The German turned and gave her a menacing stare, then turned back.
Her thick accent came out once more. ‘I was told our room would be
cleaned and prepared every morning while we have breakfast, but we have
returned and nothing has been done. What is the meaning of this?’
The desk girl seemed very prickly. ‘Well, I am certain that the maids are
currently working their way around the hotel, I assume they have not got to
your room yet. If you are patient, I am sure they will get there soon. Thank
you, next please.’
‘I am not finished thank you,’ the German said, pushing the nice girl
back as she approached. ‘What is your name girl?’
‘My name is Grace,’ she said.
‘Well Grace, I demand a maid be sent to our room at once, this is
unacceptable. If you do not do this, I want to speak to your manager, I want to
tell her how incompetent you are.’
Grace sighed. ‘Very well, I will send one up now. Is that all I can help
She did not respond but instead turned and marched out of sight.
The girl in the yellow frock approached the desk once more. She had a
‘Hello Grace, my name is Tessa Hardy,’ she said.
‘Yes I know who you are.’
‘The rest of my band will be arriving shortly; I would like to check
into my private room.’
‘I would never have guessed,’ Grace said.
She took her passport and other details but everything she did was
aggressive, she slammed things down, threw things spoke to her in a patronising
and demeaning manner. Finally she threw the rock star her key.
‘Next,’ Grace said, staring past her.
‘Excuse me. I just have one more question.’
Grace sighed. ‘What is it?’
‘Is there some place myself and the band can store our equipment?’
‘It would be most helpful to us if you could find somewhere to store
‘Yes I imagine it would, but unfortunately we don’t so you will have to
find somewhere yourself. Next.’
‘Miss, please vacate the line, as you can see I am busy. Thank you.
She moved out of the way as the wrestlers approached the desk. She was a
very pretty girl, with medium length blonde hair and a very slender body. She
had that innocent look about her, the gentle girlfriend. Corey felt very sorry
for her as she lingered for a moment, confused and upset. After a few moments
she turned and walked away.
At the desk, Corey could hear her talking just as ill-mannered as always
but there was minimal fuss. Finally after what seemed like a lifetime, Corey
approached the desk. She was cute little thing, she wore a knee length brown
skirt and matching button up cardigan with a white blouse. She was very slim,
and appeared to be active in her lifestyle by her toned muscles.
She stared deeply at him as he spoke. ‘Good morning Grace, I’m afraid I
have some rather bad news for you.’
Grace sighed. ‘What is it now?’
‘I’m sorry to inform you,’ he smiled. ‘But my name is Francis Campbell
and I am here to inspect your hotel. Here are my credentials.’
He handed her a badge adorned with the suggested name and his picture.
She stared at it silently then handed it back.
‘I’m afraid I must inform you that you have scored the lowest possible
score for welcome services.’
She said nothing.
‘I’m afraid that even if the rest of your hotel is amazing, this will in
all likelihood cost the hotel a star.’
‘Please, no. I’m sorry, don’t do that.’
‘I’m afraid I must, I have seen all I have to see, I believe you are
possible the worst receptionist I have ever seen.’
She jumped out of her chair and dashed around the counter and grabbed
hold of his hand.
‘Please, don’t score me so low.’
He stared deep into her eyes, she seemed genuinely terrified.
‘I’m sorry Grace.’
‘There has to be something I can do, some way we can resolve this.’
She thought for a moment and then pulled on his hand, he started to
follow her as she led him around the counter and through the door behind. They
entered a small office with a desk and chair. She sat him down on the chair and
dropped to her knees in front of him. He looked down at her gaze, staring back
at him were puppy dog eyes of genuine concern. A part of him felt sorry for
‘What are you suggesting?’ he said.
Slowly she unbuckled his belt. He stopped her.
‘And now you are adding bribery and sexual harassment to your list of
‘Oh please, Sir. Please, I don’t know what to do. Don’t do this please.’
Her eyes filled with tears. She sat back onto the legs and covered her
face with her hands.
‘Stand up,’ he said.
‘Stand over there in the corner.’
She walked to the corner.
‘Face the wall.’
‘I am going to teach you to behave accordingly in your role,’ he said.
He rolled up his sleeves as he got to his feet.
She said nothing and stared at the wall. He marched over to her. He
stared at the cute firm bottom beneath the skirt, he couldn’t wait to see it.
He pushed himself up to her from behind, no doubt she felt his hardness press
up against her behind. In any case, she said nothing. He reached his hands
around her waist and unbuttoned her cardigan from the bottom upwards. He
dropped it to the floor.
‘Raise your hands.’
She hesitated and then did so. Slowly he raised her tank top up her body
over her head. He peered around to see her small perky breasts flop out into
the open. Her hands fell down to them, covering them. She shivered. His
hands dropped down to her waist, slowly pulling the zip at the back down. Then
he tugged on her waist at either side and slide the skirt down, lifting each
leg out of it, then taking off her high heels as he knelt, his face pressed up
against her firm buttocks. She wore only a tiny black lace thong and then, in a
flash it was down by her ankles. He legs trembled as he ran his hands up and
around her legs, to her bottom. Briefly he parted her cheeks to catch a glimpse
and he wasn’t disappointed of the view.
Suddenly he shot upwards and grabbed her by the ear, dragging her over
to the chair. The pain caused her to stagger behind him and then she fell by
his guide over his knee flat on her stomach. Her legs and arms hung helplessly in
the air. It occurred to her what was about to happen.
‘Oh God,’ she said.
His hand struck her right cheek. She yelped, flinging her legs and arms
up in the air. He struck her left cheek. She kicked and cried. Another landed,
then another, again and again, smack after smack. She wriggled on his lap,
struggling beneath his grasp. The pain was intense, it was a sharp sting when
his hand first connected and then until the next one it left a burning pain.
She tried to fend him off with her right hand but he pinned it against her
back. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes pleaded with him. He smiled back.
‘Please!’ She cried. ‘I’ll be good Francis I swear.’
‘You may call me Sir.’
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK he responded. He kept his eyes fixed on her
tight little bottom as he painted it in pink. His cock was rock hard no doubt
she felt it. He felt no shame she herself was soaking his crotch.
Outside the office, he could hear the bell ringing. He ignored it and
carried on spanking her.
‘You are going to start treating people with respect,’ he shouted over
the sound of his hand.
‘Yes Sir. Absolutely. Ow! Ow!’
‘And you are going to apologise to Tessa and offer her something as a
token of your sincere regret.’
‘Yes Sir, yes sir!’
‘And you are going to find somewhere to store her bands equipment.’
‘But there isn’t..OW OW OW!’She cried.
‘And you are going to find somewhere to store her bands equipment,’ he
‘Good,’ he said. He pushed her naked body off her his knees. She dropped
to the floor and rubbed her bottom furiously. She stared at him, he could tell
she had a burning desire to fuck him but he would not be giving her the
pleasure, not yet at least.
‘Now, I will take that blowjob, and you had best be quick about there’s
a customer outside.’
Chapter 2 – The Butler
He was a heavyset man. He had to be for his line of work. It was a tough
job, but one he enjoyed. It certainly had its perks. One of them wasn’t the
uniform. For some strange reason to him, he was required to wear a black
tuxedo. It didn’t really suit him in his opinion, he was too rough, too tough
looking to pull it off. It was something that Scottish ponce could probably
wear, one of the new guests. It was his job to know these things, whenever any
new guests arrived. Especially women but it was always useful to know what men
were here too.
A voice spoke to him through his ear piece, ‘room 321 has only one guest
It was a woman’s voice, Maryam, the hotel cook and his partner.
‘Righto,’ he said.
He took a few bites of his toast and downed his orange juice then walked
out of his private room. He walked briskly across the hotel, nodding curtly at
any passing guests. They were never bothered by him, he tried to be invisible,
a hard feat for such a large man but not impossible. Their wealth made it
easier for him, most of them would rather pretend he wasn’t there.
He stepped into the elevator as the three sisters stepped out. He was
looking forward to his engagement with one of them but that was for later. He
rode the lift in solitude up to the third floor. Stepping out of the lift, he
looked around and saw the floor was clear. The Butler walked briskly across to
room 321, knowing exactly which one it was. He knocked very lightly on the door
He grabbed a key card out of his back pocket and slid it into the door
lock. It flashed green. Very quietly he opened the door, taking every care not
to make a sound. The closing thud was unavoidable, but silent enough. He crept
into the main room and saw a body buried beneath the sheets on right hand side
bed. He reached into his pocket and took out a small glass bottle and a
handkerchief. It gave off a very strong odour, he took care not to breath any
in as he wet the cloth.
Her body remained motionless as he gently covered face with the cloth.
After a few seconds he let go, and then pulled the sheets from her body. She
was a beautiful brunette, with large breasts. She was slightly bigger than most
women but certainly not fat, more muscular which was expected to say she was a
He stared down at her naked body, she lay twisted her back flat down but
her legs on their side. He slapped her firm bottom hard and squeezed.
‘Nice ass,’ he said.
He felt her breasts, squeezing them.
‘Good tits,’ he said. ‘Surprisingly real.’
Quickly he placed a finger inside her pussy. ‘Not too tight at the
He stuck it in her round the back. ‘Tight-ish at the back, definitely
had it before though.’
He parted her legs, laying her straight on her back. Then he positioned
himself at the foot of the bed, pulling out his phone. He began to take various
pictures of her, ending with her laid on her front with her bottom in the air,
making sure to get a nice snap of her asshole.
He wanted desperately to mount her and fuck her but he couldn’t spoil
the merchandise. He didn’t get this job by being careless. Instead, he flipped
her over on her front and took off his pants, his big dick already poised. He
sat on top of her stomach and pushed her tits together around his dick, then
thrust himself back and forth.
He didn’t have the luxury of time so he came quickly onto her face.
Wishing he could leave it, he forced himself to wipe away his cum with some
tissues and then crept out of the room after dressing.
The voice called again in his ear as he moved down the hall. ‘321 is
‘No problemo, already moving.’
‘451 main target is on the move. Unable to clarify destination or
He felt a tingle up his spine. ‘Please advise targets route from dining
‘Target has taken main exit, looks to be heading for a smoke.’
‘Affirmative,’ he smiled.
He sprinted down the hall and jumped into the empty elevator, taking it
to the ground floor. Around the guests he limited himself to a brisk walk
across the reception. He saw Grace behind the desk, she seemed to be acting
strange, cheerful and friendly. He didn’t know why, but it didn’t matter, it
was too late for her.
He reached the fire exit and yanked it open. The lady outside jumped.
‘Oh my, you scared me.’
She was one of the three sisters he saw earlier in the lift. He thought
she seemed the quiet type from what he seen and heard of her. She was also
extremely tight, with a great body, he wondered at the time if she might be a
virgin despite being just over forty. She must have been intelligent as well,
she was a physicist for a university.
‘My apologies,’ he said. ‘I didn’t mean to startle you.’
He closed the fire door behind him and stepped outside. She took a few
puffs of her cigarette and succession, while staring at him nervously.
‘Is it wrong to smoke here?’
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But I won’t tell.’
He smiled. He began to fidget his behind his back, she couldn’t see what
he was doing but didn’t think anything of it.
She smiled back. She turned to throw it away. Suddenly he sprung forward
and placed the cloth over her face. She struggled and screamed, but he was too
strong and the cloth muffled her. After a few short seconds, she passed out.
He gently let her fall to the floor. Her grey cardigan and black skirt
were muddied by the dirty floor. Quickly he jumped down the stairs and checked
around outside, it wasn’t a totally barren area but not much to hide behind
once he left the fire escape. It was deserted for the moment though. He ran
back and picked her up, putting her over his shoulder. As quickly as he could,
he walked down the stairs and ran across the courtyard round the back of the
hotel. He felt certain no one outside had seen him.
He unlocked the door to the staff area, and carried her through. He saw
a few members of staff, he said nothing to them and they said nothing to him,
only watched. Finally he reached the cellar door and opened it, then carried
Downstairs was huge, it was comprised of the same size of the hotel but
it was off limits to most customers. He passed many doors, each with room
numbers on. He travelled from room ninety six all the way to room twenty four
where he stopped and knocked on the door.
A short, stocky bald man opened the door. He had a haughty and
‘Your order sir,’ the butler said, holding her in is arms.
The man grabbed her from him and slammed the door in his face.
‘You’re welcome,’ he muttered, walking back to the hotel.
As the girls filed into the classroom, those who had spent it outside were taken aback by the two additional glowing bottoms at the back of the room next to Genevieve. Eliza though had watched the whole thing. She saw everything, and by that she means EVERY THING. They must be humiliated, completely on display for everyone to see, it was barbaric, it was the final straw for Eliza. She was going to escape this wretched place, they were going too far. In the beginning when Eliza first heard about school and rules she thought it was ridiculous then, well not it's gotten ten times worse.
However, Eliza isn't lacking common sense, she's not going to stand up in class, call her teach a stupid bitch and try and jump out of the window. Paris Hilton, her former class mate already tried that and Eliza hasn't seen her since or have any idea where she might be, but she has a sneaky suspicion that it won't be anywhere good. She is on the other hand lacking in intelligence, or at least effort, probably a bit of both to be honest. Her last two grades have been E F, when she did her homework last night, she convinced herself it was ok, but not that she's sat down waiting for it to be passed around, she suddenly realised just how poor it actually was.
And the look on Mrs Fey's face when she dropped her exercise book on her desk with a big red F on it told the story. She was going to be in a lot of trouble. And no sooner had she distributed everyone's homework back did she come and grab Eliza out of her seat by the arm, taking her to the front of the class. Eliza was terrified of a spanking after the afternoon she had witnessed, and her fears were amplified when Mrs Fey pulled down her knickers and hooked up her skirt. She stood embarassed and helpless facing the rest of the class. Mrs fey turned though, and went into the cupboard behind her desk and pulled out a very tall stool and a large coned hat. No one had ever seen these before.
Mrs Fey placed the stool at the front just to the side of her desk and dragged Eliza towards it. Eliza climbed up onto the high stool, and Mrs Fey spun her round so her bare bottom was facing the rest of the class. Then she grabbed the cone, the words DUNCE now clearly visible to her and suddenly she realised. Mrs Fey plonked the cone on her head and went to her bag.
She came back with something in her hand, but Eliza couldn't tell what it was.
'Suck your thumb, now, Dunce,' Mrs Fey demanded. The rest of you open up your science books to page three and start reading the text. You three girls can also come and sit back down. I suggest you so quietly.'
The three girls moved silently and awkwardly back to their seat, each wincing in turn as their red bottoms touched the hair wood of the chair. Eliza sat sucking her thumb, peering at everyone behind her. The Mrs Fey approached from behind and put her hand on her bare bottom. She tried to peer behind her, but couldn't really see, then she felt something on her butt hole.
'Don't you dare move or take that thumb out Dunce,' Tina warned her. Eliza did neither but sat trepidly as something slowly pushed inside her asshole. She could feel it expanding, opening up for whatever it was. It was so uncomfortable, she wished that she could just get a spanking, she closed her eyes and wished. Further and further the thing pushed into her butt, and then when it was half way in, Tina shoved it in fully.
'Ow!' Eliza yelped, her hole stinging a little. But it wasn't too bad, and it was over at least. Mrs Fey went back to her desk and started to write something in marker pen, she couldn't really make it out until she picked it up. It was plastic board attached to little chain, she carried it over and hung it from her little butt plug. Eliza had no idea that it read 'I am stupid'.
'Put your hands up if you have finished reading the chapter.' No one had just yet but after a minute January Jones rocketed her hand up in the air.
'Come here then January,' Mrs Fey beckoned. 'Don't worry you're not in trouble.'
January cautiously approached Mrs Fey at the front who was standing next to Eliza, watching from the corner of her eye. Mrs Fey pulls her hand out from behind her back and hands January a hairbrush.
'Our Dunce here is giving our classroom a bad reputation now and she's letting everyone down. So it's only fair that you all get to punish her for it. So away you go January.'
January couldn't believe her luck, she lifted the brush up straight away. Eliza looked at her eyes wide open, begging her not to. January smiled. Then swung it as hard as she could across her right cheek. Eliza's scream was muffled by her thumb and the ripple to her cheek made the dangling chain rattle. It rattled again and again as January beat her like a dusty carpet that had just murdered her dog. Eliza felt tears rolling down her cheek as her buns were roasted by someone ten minutes she thought was her friend. After just over thirty seconds someone else put their hand up, and Mrs Fey had to snatch the hair brush from January's grasp after she almost refused to stop.
'Good girl January,' Mrs Fey smiled, January looked the picture of pride. 'Come on then Miss Portman.'
Natalie made her way to the front. She did not appear to want to do this to Eliza but Mrs Fey wasn't giving them a choice. She gave her an empathetic look and then she struck again and again. By the time the exercise was finished, Eliza's bottom was glowing red.
Eliza was so sore and angry, but non so more than with January, for although everyone gave her a good thrashing, January was the only one who not only enjoyed it but didn't even try to hide her enjoyment. But Eliza new a secret, Eliza knew that it was January who told on Nicky and Julia. So she sat there, thumb in her mouth, crying, with a bottom redder than Rudolf's nose and a sign hanging from a butt plug inside her, just waiting till she can have her revenge.
The hour of normal school hours was from 3pm until 4pm. Eliza still wasn't allowed to move though because there no point in dunces trying to do spelling. Mrs Fey announced to the class she had a game for everyone, the winner would compete in the inter class spelling competition the following week and would also win a special prize from Mrs Fey. But everytime someone was eliminated they would get a number of straps from her depending on how may they got correct.
Each girl therefore had their knickers down and the skirt up ready in case the lost and each were knelt upon their chair.
The first girl was Abigail, who was asked to spell disentangle. She got it wrong and received thirty whacks with the strap. Natalie Portman then went next and got hers correct. Julia Stiles almost cried when she got hers wrong by one letter, and had to receive thirty whacks to her already red bottom. Genevieve breathed a sigh of relief when she got hers correct. Alicia Keys got hers correct, Ashanti though received thirty for her incorrect answer. Jamie Lynn Sigler also was on the end of the strap, aswell as Janina Gavinkar. January get a huge smug grin when she got hers correct, and Nicky nearly jumped out of her skin when she got thirty fresh whacks to her butt. The dunce also got thirty for being too stupid to compete.
Into the semi final, playing for twenty whacks. Natalie Portman gets hers wrong much to her dispair and receives her strap. Genevieve swiftly follows her with a poor effort for hers, she lets out a large yelp as her buns have their tan topped up. Alicia Keys also gets her incorrect much to everyones dismay and her bottoms pain and finally January gets her spells hers correctly and wins the tournament. With then minutes left in the lesson, Mrs Fey announces that January has won the right to pick any student who to spend the rest of the lesson going down on her. January chooses Janina Gavinkar, but before she does she asks Mrs Fey if she can spank the Dunce again first. Mrs Fey allows it but without the hairbrush this time.
Eliza's blood boils as hot as her bottom. January doesn't care in the slightest though and smacks her bottom with her palm with a smile from ear to ear. After five minutes and a thorough effort, with the dunce in tears, January goes back to her seat. Janina angrily kneels down before her and begins to lick her out until the lesson finishes. By the end of the lesson, there's not a single person who doesn't want to bring January down a peg, and when Mrs Fey announces the Dunce, Genevieve, Nicky and Julia need to report to detention at Mrs Britton's, she wonders if she will get the chance to plot their revenge.