A Schoolgirl's Dinner
by Mr. Universe (mr.universe@hush.com)


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