An expectant hush falls over the auditorium now that the players in this farce have assembled on the stage. One of the senior teachers loosens his tie and clears his throat so that it can begin.
"One."
Nicki and Vicki's first swats of the paddle barely grazes neither Myla's nor Sandy's backsides. A murmur goes up among the front few rows who believe that the cheer-squad aren't taking this punishment seriously enough.
"Two."
"Uh kuh yuh~! Yuh fuh kuh duh! Duh!" What Jenny is trying to say is that she'll kill Kelly, that she's "fucking dead. Dead!" The former captain of the girl's wrestling team struggles against her bonds; the chains pulled taut as she screams.
"Three."
Centre stage, Ms Balls screams out "Huh-duh!" Muffled though it is through the gag, she can only be screaming for you to spank her harder. The desire is unmistakable in the quiver of her hips. Harder, she wants; harder she'll get.
"Four."
On the far end of the stage, little Anna can't take any harder. Already, tears are welling up in her eyes, as the pain and shame start to pull on her, harder than the cuffs pinning her to the horse.
"Five."
Jenny's stream of profanity has not let up. The bright red rubber ball filling her mouth makes it impossible to get a word out, just as it makes it impossible to swallow. Her saliva has built up behind the gag, and splutters out in a slimy storm of anguished yelps and curse words.
"Six."
Principal Balls' butt is a tomato that's about to burst, and still she wants more. Unlike Anna and Jenny to her right, she revels in the crowd, revels in the pain and revels in the humiliation.
"Seven."
On the principal's left, Nicki and Vicki are starting to feel a little silly with such weak spanks, and have been steadily ratcheting up their shots. Sandy on the end has had enough and tries to beg off through her gag, but between the sting of the paddle and Ms. Balls' moans, Myla is starting to get turned on.
"Eight."
Myla joins Ms. Balls' cries of "Hud-duh" and Nicki reluctantly complies; losing control for a second and belting her fellow cheerleader with a shot that brings tears to both of their eyes.
"Nine."
At the far end, Anna has had enough. Tears and drool stream from her face, her ass cheeks are on fire from her tormentor's paddle. Worst of all, whether because of the leather rubbing against her womanhood, her shame at having her ass in the air in front of the whole school or because of some secret fascination, she's becoming aroused. This compounds her shame.
"Ten~!"
A hush falls over the auditorium as all five paddles hit their targets simutaneously. Aside from the spluttering, sobbing and panting. |