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A Schoolgirl's Dinner
by Mr. Universe (mr.universe@hush.com)
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Schoolgirls visiting another school for a special
dinner find they haven't prepared any entertainment for
their hosts. The Headmaster, however, has plans to
correct this. (M/g+, ped, nc, exh, spank)
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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
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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.
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