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Mean Girls at Valley High -- Part 2
Principal Flowers, or "Judge Judy", as the students of Valley High liked to call her, was a strict disciplinarian. She ruled the school with an iron fist and even the `bad boys' respected her.
For a woman in her late forties, Judy had a great physique. She worked out with weights daily and surrounded those workouts with a vigorous aerobic schedule, as well. She was convinced that students, faculty and staff would respect her more if she kept herself in tip top shape at all times. And she did just that. So concerned with her outward appearance, Judy had breast augmentation before she took the Principal position at Valley High.
Her firm muscular frame now supported a D cup breast that stayed high on her chest, even without a bra. `Pretty damn good for a woman my age,' she told herself.
Seeing a crowd of students circled in the lunch room, she knew instinctively that something bad was going on. She pushed her way through the tightly packed throng of students until she could see what was at the center.
"Excuse me!" she shouted, "What's going on here?!"
A female student, who she didn't recognize, was lying on her back on a table, naked, except for a pair of stiletto pumps, and she was spread-eagled and had apparently masturbated for the whole student body and was now sucking on her own fingers!
Angered and disturbed at what she was witnessing, Principal Flowers made a bee line for the perverted female while the rest of the students scattered to the four winds. "I can't believe this!" she muttered to herself disgustedly, "and in the first frickin' month of school, too. Damn."
As she stood over the woozy young girl, Principal Flowers growled, "What in the Hell are you doing?"
Sybil blinked rapidly to help clear her mind. She had just had her first mind-blowing orgasm and... "oh no," she stopped suddenly.
Everything was becoming painfully clear. Vivid memories were flashing past her mind. Visual images of her current state caused her body to stiffen and her eyes to open wide.
"My GAWD!" shouted an angry Principal Flowers. She grabbed the naked young girl by the only thing she could get a solid grip on, her hair. The red-faced principal yanked up on the girl's hair and yelled, "Get to my office, NOW! Where are your clothes? My gawd, I can't believe this!"
Principal Flowers scanned the immediate vicinity for some sign of clothing but found nothing. Disgusted and angry, she held firmly to the teenagers' hair and marched her past a gauntlet of students lining both sides of the cafeteria.
Boys and girls alike giggled, pointed, and yakked on cell phones recanting the lunch time events as they watched the principal march Sybil to her office.
Seeing Sybil wincing and clinging to the principals' wrist above her head meant they could all see her tits bounce freely from side-to-side and her ass quiver as she staggered on her stiletto heals, her shaven pussy still glistening with girl cum.
Sybil was in a state of shock. Everything seemed so surreal. She couldn't breathe, her head hurt, her legs felt heavy and she felt faint. It was getting hard to walk and her ankles kept giving out as she staggered loosely under the iron-fisted control of her principal. She knew she was in trouble, that was a given.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wobbled past the throng of stunned and excited students. She was naked in front of the whole student body!! The reality of her predicament was becoming more and more clear the closer to the principal's office she got.
Her body was flushed with goose bumps and her pussy dried up and closed. Sybil's nipples tightened, too, which caused them to harden like pencil erasers.
With a hard shove, Principal Flowers pushed Sybil into her office and slammed the door behind them.
For the next five minutes Principal Flowers read Sybil the riot act.
Sybil stood there, covering herself as best she could, cowering in fear and humiliation. She sobbed openly as her principal screamed at her about how she couldn't believe that she stripped naked and masturbated for the other students. Sybil knew it wasn't true but how could she convince her angry principal? The principal's face was so red, Sybil thought she might explode. She wanted to protest and dispute the accusations, but the principal was so angry she thought it better to keep her mouth shut.
Sybil's silence was all Principal Flowers needed to assume her accusations were correct. She had just flamed her young ass with a continuous volley of accusations and she didn't deny a single one of them; therefore, what she had observed must have been true.
With hands on hips, Judy grit her teeth and breathed heavily through enlarged nostrils as she contemplated an appropriate punishment for this girl. She was so angry, she was seeing red! "I just want to beat this girl," she barked to herself. "AAAAAHHHHH!" she screamed in her mind.
"What am I going to do with you!" Judy yelled at Sybil. "You're a dirty, filthy girl and you need to be punished! What am I to do?!"
Sybil stood there, hopelessly covering herself, quivering, quaking with fear and humiliation and sobbing uncontrollably. She wanted to plead her innocence but figured, "what's the use?"
"I just want to beat the shit out of you right now," hissed an enraged Principal Flowers.
Judy had to relieve her anger. This girl had just gone way too far and she needed to make an example out of her. Then it came to her. She had the perfect punishment that would send the perfect message to any other student who may be contemplating something similar.
"Wait here," Judy ordered.
Sybil could hardly see through her tear-filled eyes. Her clammy hands gripped her breasts and pussy tightly as she tried uselessly to cover herself. Her skin rippled as every cool breeze sent shivers up her spine and goose bumps across her skin. She didn't know what the principal had in mind, but she knew it couldn't be good. Whatever it was, she probably deserved it. She was so stupid for letting herself get in this predicament in the first place. Her mother was right. Alex was a mean girl!
Sybil's mental conversation was interrupted by the intercom overhead.
"Attention all students. Attention all students. All classes are hereby suspended due to an incident in the lunchroom today. I want all students to exit the building immediately for an all school meeting at the front of the school near the flag pole. Please go there now!"
Noisily and quickly, students clambered and pushed their way through the school's front doors and onto the wide concrete pad surrounding the 50ft flagpole. Within minutes, the entire student body surrounded the flagpole and spread back and upward onto the grassy slopes that ran from the front of the building down to the street. Rumors were spreading faster than wildfire and eye witnesses told wildly varying stories of the day's events in the lunch room. A steady murmur hummed through the massive student body as everyone jockeyed for position so they could see the entire flagpole.
Heads began to turn in unison as the front doors finally opened and Principal Flowers strutted out with a bullhorn in hand. She didn't look happy, so the giddy atmosphere soon became somber and hushed.
Principal Flowers stood at the top of the concrete steps near the entrance to the school. She assumed a rigid posture with one hand on her hip as she raised the bullhorn to her mouth. "TODAY IN THE LUNCH ROOM, WE HAD A STUDENT CONDUCT HERSELF IN THE MOST INAPPROPRIATE MANNER I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY 20 YEARS OF SERVICE. NEVER BEFORE HAVE I WITNESSED SUCH DISTURBING BEHAVIOR AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR IN MY SCHOOL EVER AGAIN!" she began sternly, "HAVING SAID THAT, I HAVE DECIDED TO PUNISH THIS YOUNG WOMAN IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE SCHOOL TO TEACH HER AND ANYONE ELSE THAT MAY BE THINKING OF SIMILAR CONDUCT A LESSON."
Judy turned slightly and motioned behind her.
A female security guard pushed Sybil, who was wrapped in a thick, scratchy wool blanket, through the front door of the school. Everyone could tell her hands were handcuffed in front of her as she clasped at the blanket to keep it closed and not reveal her nakedness.
Sybil began sobbing again. Through her tears it was hard to see any particular students face, but she could feel their eyes burning right through the blanket. She clutched tighter to the blanket, which was now a `security' blanket.
The female guard guided Sybil down the steps by her shoulders and toward the base of the flagpole.
Sybil didn't dare move for fear the blanket would fall off if she did. She stood motionless as the guard loosened the rope on the flagpole and tied a knot in it.
The guard looked up at Principal Flowers, who nodded "go ahead".
The guard grabbed the small chain between Sybil's handcuffs and hooked it to the newly formed knot in the flagpole rope.
With a stiff jerk downward on the other rope, the guard pulled Sybil's arms skyward.
A collective `gasp' echoed through the student body as Sybil's blanket dropped to the ground exposing her naked figure once again. She twisted and turned trying to hide her nakedness but it was useless.
The guard leaned back and pulled down a little harder raising Sybil to her toes before securing the rope to the metal cleat.
All eyes stared in disbelief. A hushed silence hung thickly in the air.
Suddenly, the quiet was shattered with another blast from the bullhorn, "AND NOW, HER PUNISHMENT WILL COMMENCE."
Heads snapped toward Principal Flowers as she sauntered toward the flagpole and twirled a 3 foot long, 3 inch wide wooden paddle around her wrist.
Mouths dropped open and disbelieving glances were exchanged. The hot afternoon sun heated the mass of human flesh, but nothing in comparison to the sudden burst of heightened anticipatory arousal hit the student body all at once. Boys had raging boners and girls began oozing wetness. The heavy scent of human arousal wafted throughout the crowd, as they pressed in tighter for an even better look, which only furthered the physical responses.
Like the Red Sea, the crowd parted so Principal Flowers could pass through. A deathly silence swept over the students as eyes widened in anticipation. Girls eagerly clutched each others clothes and grinned widely as Principal Flowers slowly approached the whimpering girl from behind. Grips tightened as they watched the school principal run her free hand down Sybil's back, slowly following the curvaceous line down to her firm lily white buttocks. Students up close could see the girls skin ripple with goose bumps and they could hear her snivel and blubber.
Alex, Dezzie and Trina took advantage of the parting crowd and worked their way to the front row. Their hearts pounded with excitement, both from what they were about to witness AND from the fear they may get caught for causing it in the first place.
Principal Flowers waited patiently as the guard removed her necktie and then pulled it tightly into the young girls mouth before tying it tightly behind her head.
Sybil gagged on the make shift necktie gag and was forced to puff for air through her nose. Her eyes, filled with fear and anxiety, flicked from side-to-side seeking out the principal behind her. She pulled at the handcuffs and twisted as best should could. Her toes barely touched the ground and she dare not move too much or she might lose her balance and end up hanging by her wrists.
Students stared at the girl's flat, taut stomach as it tightened and relaxed repeatedly. Her skin was coated with a thin layer of perspiration, which reflected the suns hot rays.
Principal Flowers circled the suspended girl like a lioness circling its prey. She reached around the girl's chest and grabbed her left breast and gave it a hard squeeze.
Sybil moaned and struggled as her breast was crushed by the principal's strong grip.
Principal Flowers raised the bullhorn to her mouth one last time and said, "THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ANY STUDENT WHO CHOOSES TO CONDUCT THEMSELVES IN A SIMILAR MANNER."
Sybil's stomach contracted furiously as she puffed for air knowing what was coming.
Judy stepped back and grabbed the paddle like a baseball bat. She drew it backward and swung!
"THWACK!"
"UUUUGGGGGHHHHNNNN!" came the muffled groan from Sybil as her ass sprung a bright red stripe across her bright white ass.
"THWACK!" came the second stroke that rippled Sybil's ass cheeks and arched her back. Her ass felt like it was on fire. She wanted to cry out but the necktie gag prohibited her.
Each stroke caused the student population to gasp in sympathy pain.
Tears streamed down Sybil's cheeks and mixed with perspiration pouring out of her scalp. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. None of this was real. If it weren't for her stinging, flaming ass, she'd swear this was just a bad dream. She panted and gnawed at the necktie gag as another swat nearly set her sprawling.
"Two more, you little slut," purred "Judge Judy" in her ear.
Sybil's body was mess. First and foremost, she was naked. Her ass was flaming red and bruised, her pussy was freshly shaven and she was stretched out on the school flagpole in front of the entire student body and she was being spanked by the Principal with a wooden paddle. If she could have shriveled up and died right then, she would have. What life she had was over anyhow. Somehow she had gone from a camouflaged shadow who blended in with the population of the school to dirty, masturbating, slutty whore in about a month.
How did things get so out of control?
Sybil endured the last two swats of the wooden paddle. Sweat, tears and snot blended into a salty sticky mess and streamed down her face and dripped on her breasts. Her ass stung so badly so could hardly put pressure on her toes. She swung aimlessly for several seconds as she blinked and sniffed.
As her vision cleared, Sybil could begin to see the faces of students staring back at her. She expected them to be shocked and disgusted, the way she would have felt if she had been forced to watch. She'd gone to school with these kids all her life and knew a great deal of them personally. They were good kids, sympathetic kids, kids she may even call `friends'.
A few more blinks squeezed the last of the tears from her eyes and her mind, screaming with questions, anxiety, grief, humiliation and fear began to clear also. Her wrists ached almost as much as her ass stung and her calves were barking too. She needed to be released and soon.
As her mind finally cleared, Sybil's hearing and vision slowly returned. She sheepishly scanned the crowd and was horrified to realize that they were all making fun of her. They were pointing and laughing, giggling and mocking her. Boys were squeezing their pec's as if they were squeezing HER tits, girls were wetting their finger and touching their asses, as if to say, "you're HOT". Others were taking pictures of her on their cell phones and saving it as wallpaper. Still others were sending the photo's to friends and family. Sybil's heart sank and she wanted to cry, but couldn't.
The guard removed the necktie gag from Sybil's mouth and complained that she had gotten it all wet with spit. She swatted her in the ass with it like a rolled up towel. After the wooden paddle, the necktie didn't even hurt.
Suddenly, Sybil felt something inside her bowel. "Oh no," she thought, "not now."
She tried to twist herself around and face her principal, but she couldn't. She started to blubber again, "P-principle Flowers," she pouted, "please."
The Principal didn't hear her.
Sybil spoke a little louder, "Please, Principal Flowers," she said attempting to get her attention but no so much so that it drew more attention to her.
Principal Flowers walked over next to Sybil. "Did you say something you little slut?" she whispered in her ear.
"Please Principal Flowers, please, I-I-I need... " Sybil's voice trailed off and became inaudible.
"Speak up girl, I couldn't hear you," snarled the principal.
"I-I need to go to the bathroom," whimpered Sybil, ashamed at having to ask to use the restroom. She was in high school for crying out loud. She hadn't had to do that since grade school. It was humiliating to have to ask, especially in her current predicament.
"Oh, you do eh?" confirmed Judy, "what do you have to do? Number 1 or Number 2?"
"Pee," replied Sybil.
"Well, you'll just have to hold it for an hour because that's how long you're gonna be out here. But let me tell you something, if you soil my school, you'll be sorry."
Alex overheard Sybil's request. As Principal Flowers dismissed the student body and directed them to go back to their classes, Alex approached the principal and asked for permission to bring her some water.
Permission was granted so Alex scampered off and soon returned with two large water bottles full of ice cold water.
Students fortunate enough to be in classes along the front of the school had a front row seat and leisurely paid attention in class while focusing most of their attention on the beautiful girl tied to the flagpole out front.
Sybil was shocked when she saw Alex coming toward her. She started to cry a little as Alex took the lid off the water bottle.
"Want something cold to drink, cunt lips?" Alex said slyly.
"N-No, thank you," Sybil insisted in a shaky voice.
"Too bad, drink this anyway," Alex insisted as she put the water bottle to Sybil's lips and tipped it upward.
What water Sybil didn't drink spilled out the sides of mouth and ran down her chest and dripped off her nipples. The coldness caused her body to react the way cold air does to most women and her nipples hardened.
"P-Please," pleaded Sybil, "no more. I-I have to go the bathroom as it is."
"Drink it all, cunt lips," Alex persisted as she pushed the water bottle to her lips again and forced her to drink by pinching her nose.
Sybil had no choice. She either had to drink or die, so she drank and choked and sobbed and drank.
It wasn't long before her already full bladder caused her stomach to pooch. No way would she be able to hold it for almost an hour. She squeezed her knees together and writhed in pain.
"Please, Alex, please help me! I need to pee so badly but the principal warned me not to," begged Sybil, "please help me, it's coming, PLEASE." Sybil's inside were ready to burst. Her bladder was stretched to its max and the pressure in her uterus was enormous. Her eyes filled with tears, which she swore was piss. She tried to relax, but the pain was excruciating.
Alex took her time deciding. She slowly and deliberately dumped the last few drops of the water from the water bottle she had just fed to Sybil. "Hmmm, not sure if I should help you or not. I may get into trouble myself, you know. I don't want that," stalled Alex taking perverse pleasure in watching her young prodigy writhe in pain.
"PLEASE, ALEX," begged Sybil, "Oh gawd, PLEASE!" Driblets of piss started oozing from her urethra. Sybil tried desperately to squeeze her legs tighter, but it only applied more pressure to her bladder.
Alex was really enjoying Sybil's displeasure. Then she got a great idea!
"I'll make you a deal, cunt lips," Alex enticed.
"Please, anything, PLEASE ALEX," squirmed Sybil.
"Anything?" purred Alex.
"OH MY GAWD, ANYTHING" Sybil pleaded as her bladder continued to leak.
"Fine," said Alex matter-of-factly, "I'll hold this bottle under you for you to piss in, but then you're gonna have to drink it, cunt lips."
Sybil was sickened by the idea, but she could feel piss leaking down her thigh and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before it dripped on the ground. If that happened and Principal Flowers saw it, she was dead. She knew her only chance was to exactly what Alex suggested. "Okay, OKAY, PLEASE, GAWD, HURRY!"
Alex snuggled the water bottle against the young girl's hairless snatch and dipped the opening under her cunt.
Sybil raised one leg slightly so her friend could nuzzle the bottle into the best position. She took a deep breath and released her bladder with a long exhale, "aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh."
Alex watched Sybil's eyes roll loosely around her head as she nearly filled the water bottle with warm, tangy piss. She held it in place until Sybil stopped tightening her anus and had squeezed out the last few drops. "Feel better, cunt lips?" she demeaned.
"Y-yes, thank you, Alex," sighed a relieved Sybil.
"Good. You must be thirsty now, huh?" Alex prepped. She could hardly stand the anticipation. On this hot, sunny California afternoon, in front of the school, she was about to force Sybil to drink her own piss as dozens of lucky students watched from inside classrooms.
Alex didn't even know where these nasty ideas were coming from, but she was enjoying them immensely. Her own pussy was leaking, too, but it was excitement, not piss that was oozing from her loin.
Sybil's mind was able to clear, once the pressure on her bladder was released. Her wrists now screamed with pain as the metal handcuffs dug deeply into her skin. She looked up at her purple hands and tried to move and stretch her fingers. She was barely able to maintain her balance on her tippy toes.
"Oh my gawd," Sybil screamed in her mind, "what am I doing here? How did I let this happen? How on earth did things ever get this out of control?" Her heart raced with disgust, despair and humiliation. She could feel the eyes of students staring at her from all over the school. She knew they were watching her hang naked on the flagpole. She was ashamed that so many of them had seen her naked already. How would she ever be able to face them again? What more could happen to her that would be worse than what had already happened. She wanted to run away, but that was impossible. She was sentenced to hang on the flagpole for an hour after her spanking and she knew Principal Flowers was a woman of her word.
Poor Sybil was all out of tears. She couldn't even cry anymore. She couldn't even cover herself. She HAD to let anyone and everyone see her most private parts and there was NOTHING she could do about it.
Alex, on the other hand, was reveling in Sybil's predicament. Her day had gone better than anything she could have dreamed of before today. And now she was about to do something so dirty, so disgusting that even SHE was having trouble believing it.
She turned to face the school and raised the opaque water bottle, with the yellowish glow from inside, overhead as if making an offering to the student Gods.
Sybil gulped and pressed her lips tightly together. There was no way she was going to drink her own piss. It was the most disgusting thing she could think of and she was NOT going to do it! Period.
Alex turned to face Sybil and lowered the water bottle to her mouth. "Don't forget, cunt lips, if you spill even ONE drop, Judge Judy will KILL you. Now open up."
Sybil had momentarily forgotten her principal's threat. Her heart sank. She knew Alex was right and she closed her eyes and lowered her head in defeat. She felt Alex's hand on her cheeks begin to squeeze tightly and put pressure against her teeth. The pain was excruciating and she opened her mouth to get her teeth off her cheeks. Her eyes' sprang open when she felt the plastic screw lid touch her bottom lip and she heard Alex say, "Good girl, now drink up."
Warm, tangy liquid splashed across her tongue and filled her mouth. Sybil gagged at the taste and tried not to swallow. But when Alex pinched her nose, she had to and did.
"That's a good little cunt lip. That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Alex winced after watching the girl swallow. Even SHE was having trouble watching her drink piss.
The same process repeated itself a dozen or more times until the water bottle was empty.
Sybil looked a little green, but was happy it was finally over. She had done it and now she was safe.
Alex turned to face the school again and raised the empty water bottle to show everyone what Sybil had just done.
Audible cheers and applause erupted from inside the school, as Alex took a slight bow.
Sybil shyly smiled and burped up piss.
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