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Family Feud IV

Chapter 14 “Kids these days care more about losing their cell phone than they do losing their virginity”


The Family Feud IV

Chapter Fourteen

Jamie's Journal

Kids these days care more about losing their cell phone than they do losing their virginity


STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 5,3,0,0,1

JAMIE: 59

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0


**Note to reader: This is Jamie's journal from Monday Morning detailing the events after their first (and only) night working at Soft-tails as dancers. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a narrative story format.


Last night after my mother and I got our asses beat in the parking lot of a strip club Yes journal, I would never have believed I'd have a journal entry that starts out that way but it is what it is.


We danced our asses off and I have to admit I was actually comfortable working there. There were times when I stepped in something squishy on the carpet and had to wonder if it was lotion from another dancer or cum, and it smelled like an ashtray in there but I was glad for the experience.


I wasn't so happy with getting beaten up by raging jealous dancers. We were allowed to ride in the cab on the way home I had to ride in Chris's lap but it beat being on all fours, with the wind whipping down our naked backs.


Dad and Chris felt sorry for us. They didn't punish us, but they also awarded us no stars for the work we did. I don't think I've made any progress since Sunday afternoon.


That has really been the least of my concerns. You see I am writing this journal outside ofthe Principal's office getting ready to go inside to discuss my 'behavior' at the half-time of the game on Friday. Honestly, it feels like weeks have passed since then and so much has happened.


I've been particularly concerned about this because the agreement with my father is that if I get kicked out of school I spend every day outside in the backyard chained up with Rosco our dog.


A fact my brother wasted no time in reminding me of this morning by waking me up by barking in my face.


RUFF RUFF RUFF! RISE AND SMELL THE PUSSY, ASS FACE he barked in my face to scare me awake.


He often tries to sneak up on us when we are asleep and I usually know he is coming and pretend to sleep but today I was so exhausted that he definitely got me.


They had tied mom and I together face to face in the living room last night before going to bed, but the two of them were either so tired or felt so bad about our beating that they didn't add any extra nasty surprises like a dildo up our asses or tight ropes around our waists.


I don't want to sound like I was disappointed that they didn't. I just want to be clear that last night they kind of gave us a little bit of a breather which they more than made up for this morning.


Dad and I want you to get a taste of doggy-time so you know what happens if you get kicked out of school. He doesnt want you to think its going to be easy.


I didnt think it would be easy, Sir! I pleaded as he hovered over me with his finger in my face. He can be very intimidating in the morning when he catches me by surprise.


First thing is, dont talk unless you are giving permission to free-talk. One bark for Yes, and no barks for no, is that understood bitch?


Ruff I barked and even mom laughed at how silly it sounded.


What are you a poodle? That was pathetic, try it again


RUFF! I barked with a little more umph and my brother said, Youll have plenty of chance to practice, before telling my mom and dont you laugh. We cant have you two on different schedules in the morning so youll follow the same rules as your dumb daughter, is THAT understood?


RUFF! my moms bark was far more satisfying and realistic.


Good girls! he attached leashes to our collars and had us trail him outside in the position he calls heel.


The privilege of shitting inside is over. That was far too good for you You will be pissing and shitting like dogs outside rain or shine, got it?


RRUFF we both barked.


Youve got three minutes to squat like a dog and shit and piss. Do it in the flowers. Dad says you will dig a pit that can be filled in if this is going to be long term.


The ground was still wet from last nights dew and the grass was already itching my knees and palms. I tried my hardest not to scrunch up my nose in disgust but I knew Chris noticed. He slapped my ass and told me to hurry.


I pissed and just shit a little. A fact my brother took a lot of glee in comparing how much more my mom was able to unload on the lawn. Way to go Mom!


Present your asses! Chris announced our time was up and expected us to kneel so that our faces were flush with the grass and our butts were stuck up in the air spread wide.


He stuck his finger in and wiggled them around. He seemed disappointed but added I didnt feel any loose turd balls in there so you two wont be punished good job.


He stuck the finger he had up moms ass in my mouth for me to clean and gave mom mine. Dogs dont use toilet paper. he explained as he directed me behind mom to clean her pussy and ass with my mouth. I wanted to say Dogs dont lick each other out this way either. but obviously all I could do was RUFF in agreement.


It didnt taste that bad and it wasnt like this was the first time I ate mom out. She pushed her back into me a little and Chris caught it, Dont you two turn this into something sexual, just clean each other and be done with it.


Then he turned the cold hose on us and began spraying us down. Chris had two rubber butt plugs that had been made with what looked like a dogs tail on the end. He told us that in the future we would carry them outside in our mouths and after we finish shitting we would have them inserted.


Cow-tits is lucky, shell wear hers just until she gets to work but youll have yours in all day until its time for a shit break. Chris made a show of sticking them in our mouths to wet them down and then pushing them up our asses.


Wiggle and we wiggled at his command.


Waggle! and we both smirked and wiggled again.


Youll have to work on the difference between wiggle and waggle Chris liked to joke about some of our training. I know in a way it was his release valve so he didnt feel quite so guilty about putting us through the ringer. He was genuinely pretty funny some times and as bleak as things had begun this morning I was glad for any kind of reason to smile.


Chris told us we would eat cold dry dog food outside until we dry off, then come inside and make them breakfast and with whatever time we had left we could put on make-up and dry our hair.


The Dog food was REALLY dog food. I was hoping it would be cheerios or something but no it was some kind of nasty flavored dry dog cereal. He put a single bowl of water outside and went back in laughing. No talking, shit-stains.


We didnt and at first we picked at the dog food with our fingers. I made a face while I crunched a piece and choked it down and then mom laughed and did the same. After the fourth piece with my finger I bent over the bowl and ate on all fours and she did too.


We didnt come anywhere close to finishing it. When Chris returned he pointed out wed be hungry later and chided us for wasting food.


We made their breakfast and hurried to get our hair and makeup done. I think the part I missed the most about the silence, I hate to admit is, the affirmations that they usually gave me a little push to accept this situation. Bill and Chris talked and laughed at us but didnt talk TO us except to tell us what to do.


Bill told mom that a new guy would be her key-holder at work and I think it bothered her but all she could say was Ruff in response. I felt bad for her and the bond between us has grown so much I think we were starting to communicate entire emotions in just the tone of our barks together.


When it was time for Chris to take me to the Bus, Dad called me over so that he could remove the butt plug tail right before I got dressed at the door.


You are going to school as my daughter. You are unruly, selfish, vain and you made your choice last Friday. If you get kicked out of school, you will join Rosco outside as the family pet until you go back to school EVEN if you earn all your stars, is that understood?


RUFF! I barked with a hint of a tear starting to form in my eye.


Okay, mind your betters. He dismissed me after making me clean off my tail and deposit it with my mouth in the cardboard box in the living room with all our clothes. Then like every morning, clothes and shoes were chosen for me. After quickly dressing I picked up Chris and my books and then put my wrists in front of me so Chris could cuff my wrists together.


Want to wear your chastity belt to school, Sis?


I didnt bark.


You know that means that those pussy lips and asshole can be played with by key holders and people I rent you to right?


Ruff


Okay, you had your choice, dumb ass. Frankly, I dont know why we bought these things for you if you two will never wear them.


Chris gave me permission to freely speak shortly after we left the house. We always wait at the bus stop a little distance away but by now everyone knew that Chris had cuffed my hands together so it really wasnt that big of a secret.


So, you think you will be kicked out of school? he asked me. His tone was that of concern and not sarcasm.


I told him I didnt know and when he asked if I cared I said I didnt know either because I wasnt sure.


You liked it out there this morning?


I wanted to give him an angry look that I clearly did not like what we did out there but I suppressed the urge to be a smart ass and said, No Sir, I didnt like it but I know you were just giving me a preview. I was more concerned mom is suffering for something I did.


Cow-tits knows you are in this together. She is a good sport about it.


Chris-Sir, I addressed him as a brother and an owner, Do you really see us as Cow-tits and ass-face or does part of you see us as your sister Jamie and your mom?


Chris was a little uncomfortable and he asked me, What does it say on your asshole?


It says Whore Sir. I admitted.


Whose whore are you? he asked.


Yours and Dads, Sir. I replied diligently.


So if you dont see yourself as Jamie, why should I again? and with that he unlocked my handcuffs and turned to get on the bus leaving me to catch up.


I usually have to sit on the lap of whatever boy he picks and today he picked someone far enough away from him I couldnt ask him any more questions. The boy was nice enough and let me catch up on my journal with just a few fingers under my skirt. He kept making me smell his fingers and I had to just politely smile and whiff my own juices as if I enjoyed it.


I was sure wherever mom was about now, it was even worse for her so I really have no room to complain about it.


Once the bus arrived at School, Cathy Griffin caught up with me.


Hello Mistress.


Well, where have you been all weekend slut? Cathy said accusingly.


Serving my betters, and being a good, obedient girl, Maam. I answered plainly. I told her that I was now giving BJs for ten and being fucked in the ass for twenty.


Hah, I still dont get why you wont give up the pussy. She casually commented and I began to wonder myself if I was being silly or stubborn. You know if you get kicked out of school, you are going to be LITERALLY in the dog house? she smirked.


Yes Maam, I have been reminded of that fact. I told her.


You are getting awfully uppity with me. Cathy wanted to get a rise out of me and I wasnt giving it to her. I remained calm and answered submissively that I was being obedient and truthful.


Lift up the back of your skirt and show that freshmen what is on your ass.


I was never sure what Cathys rules were about how far she could order me. I looked over at the shy freshmen and Cathy put her hands on her hips, That precious crease that you shit out of so special you cant show him whether or not you have your chastity belt on?


I gave him a wink and lifted up my skirt so that this kid I would never have even noticed if he hadnt been pointed out could see my bare ass and tattoo. Chris didnt want us wasting body makeup covering up our tattoo unless it was a special occasion so it was on full display.


His eyes lit up and then when he read my ass he looked confused. I gave him a wintry smile and followed my Mistress to my first class. I wondered what he must think of me. He probably thinks I am just like all the other slutty girls who are trying to be like Miley Cyrus or Brittany Spears in this look at me- look at me world of webcams and shocking up-skirt photos on TMZ. These things dont ruin their careers it keeps them in the public eye.


The Kardassians built four shows on E because one of them has a nice butt and a sex tape. I just saw Miley Cyrus, former straight-laced teen sensation, eat a cake shaped like a cock. You know, wouldnt it be ironic if instead of doing that because she craves attention, its because she has someone like Cathy Griffin making her do it?


I have just as much idea why the teen stars do what they do as that freshmen boy knows why I showed him my ass.

Am I being an obedient slut who is dutifully taking my medicine no matter how sour it is going down to fulfill my agreement with Dad and Chris? Am I secretly enjoying living on the edge and learning about my limitations and shortcomings? To be honest, I have just as much idea why I showed my ass when given the order as that boy does.


My homeroom is with Mr. Love and Mistress Griffin is in charge of me then. Mr. Love, bless him, does his best to pretend he doesnt notice my behavior. He gets nervous and clears his throat and rolls his eyes. Unless he tells me to stop I have to soldier on with what I am doing - rules are rules.


You will sharpen your pencil, and then you may be seated. Mistress Griffin gives me a familiar order.


Thank you, Maam. I set my book bag on the ground, then bend over and take out the well sharpened pencil that I always carry. I snap the lead on purpose. I stay like this for about thirty seconds so that if anyone in my home room wants, they can see up my skirt from behind me, or down my blouse. This morning is no exception and several people get a morning chuckle at my expense.


Then I walk to the blackboard where the pencil sharpener is. I asked Mr. Love if I can have permission to sharpen my pencil. As he has every day, You know its not necessary to ask me Mrs. Taylor.


This is all a charade, I know I dont have to ask him but I have to say, I am sorry Sir, I am so used to asking for permission that it is a habit. I proceed to jiggle my tits and ass as I crank the old fashioned hand sharpener on the wall to make the kind of show that Mistress Cathy wants me to put on and when finished sharpening my pencil, I licked my lips and blew on the pencil shavings as sexily as I can while looking my teacher in the eye.


A little part of me enjoys making him so uncomfortable. I know I am not the first or the last girl to see how far she can push things with a teacher but I doubt anyone has pushed things this far.


As Ive done every morning since this started, I drop the pencil accidentally and facing away from him bend over deeply to pick it up to show him my naked ass. He clears his throat like he is choking and I smile to look through my legs at him. This was his most vocal response yet. He wasnt looking at the hint of my ass peeping out of my short skirt. He was looking at the door in front of me.


I turned to see what he was looking at and it was acting principal Dragovich. Jamie Taylor, can you come with me?


I am sure my jaw dropped open and I had an Oh shit look on my face. The rest of the class was giggling at my being caught in such a humiliating position, even Cathy Griffin. The Principal usually summons you with a PA announcement or sends a teachers assistant. I was in pretty deep doo-doo if he was coming to get me himself.


Yes Sir. I stood up to leave. Ive been a bad girl these last few weeks but there is a giant part of me that is still a goody two-shoes and being in trouble had just made my asshole pucker a little.


You might want to bring your books. The Principal said to a chorus of Ohhhh, shes in trouble from the other students.


Yes Sir I went to get my books and Cathy gave me an intense self-satisfied gaze that said I had better pick them up the same way I set them down. I took a deep breath and bent over giving an unobstructed view down my blouse and up my skirt. I was already in trouble could it get any worse?


He walked me to his office in silence. I was already formulating my responses to questions he might pose. I wished he would just start asking me some. Sometimes being an over-achiever is really bad because I was beating myself up before he even began.


He had me sit in the waiting room of the Principals Office while he went in to take care of some things. I had the distinct feeling that was a tactic to impress upon me how busy he was and how in trouble I was. Thats when I started to journal my mornings adventure leading up to the moment when he summoned me into his office.


He offered me a seat and got right down to things, You know why you are here?


The half-time show, sir? I offered meekly.


That is one of the reasons. He reminded me, Not long ago when I was still Assistant Principal, I saw a girl who apparently looked just like you in the boys bathroom masturbating with a banana. You dont happen to know anything about that do you?


I did and I knew that he was just toying with me - all I could say was Yes Sir.


I didnt want this job as Principal. The school system is a mess and I have 99 problems to deal with before noon -budgets, standardized tests, fights between students, personal displays of affection in the halls, and behavior problems.


He let the gravity of behavior problems sink in that he was talking about yours truly.


I used to enjoy working in discipline, he steepled his fingers on his desk over a pile of fiscal reports. That was simple. I could find a kid smoking and then give him detention or suspension. I am not a mean guy though. You know why I like Discipline?


So you can help bad kids learn the error of their ways and be good kids? I ventured a guess. It was I suppose on some level what my father and brother were doing for me.


You know that is a good way of putting it. I had a kid who used to be in school suspension every other week just contact me on Facebook. He said he couldnt remember any of his teachers but he remembered me. He said I made a difference because I listened and offered him practical advice and now he isnt doing great but he isnt in trouble. Hes got a wife and a family and moved to Tucson.


I didnt know what this had to do with me.


So before we get into why you are here, is there something you would like to tell me about what has been going on? he offered.


I shook my head no.


Your record was perfect before two weeks ago - head of the cheerleaders, volunteer on a half a dozen clubs, national honor society, perfect attendance? He said the last one like he was surprised.


Yes Sir I agreed with him.


Look, I know there is a long tradition in this school of senior pranks and initiations into clubs that existed back when I was a student here. He sat back in his chair. I know that Cathy Griffin is one of the chief instigators of some cheer-leader club and you arent the only girl trouncing around the school with short skirts and no bra trying to play whatever dare game she is running.


I was silent.


I dont want to know what she had over Principal Banks. I suspect it had something to do with his daughter who was also on the cheer squad before he yanked her out of public school and put her in a private academy.


I remained silent.


What I want to know is, what does Jamie Taylor get out of behaving this way that she is willing to be here in my office over it?


Discipline, Sir. I answered. He motioned for me to elaborate and I added, Well, its hard to explain.


Try me. He sat back in his chair.


I dont know where to begin, Sir.


The Principal decided to share with me a story from his own life I was a Fullback when I went to Cherry Lawn. Did you know that I used to be on the team? he didnt wait for me to acknowledge whether I did or didnt. I wanted so much to be on varsity and with the in-crowd.


He described how there used to be Freshman beat-down where upper classman had paddles and after the first pep rally of the season would chase scrawny freshmen home from school. If they caught them they would paddle them.


The cheerleaders had their own thing, theyd ride home in the back of a pickup truck with baby pacifiers in their mouth and all I know is that if half the rumors of their hazing rituals were true that its the stuff school boys dream about.


I knew he was trying to relate to me by offering me something from his past. I had seen enough episodes of Law and Order to get the good-cop/bad-cop routine.


Now Mr. Murphy tells me that among the incidents at the football game last night, they included Hope Miller walking out of the changing station completely naked. Would you happen to know anything about that?


I didnt know what to say.


I see by the look on your face that this is as much a mystery to you as our banana girl is? He was toying with me.


Look you guys are going to be adults pretty soon and when you go to a University youll find that sororities and fraternities are still sending pledges to run the campus naked or do humiliating dares. I get it we live in the girls gone wild age.


I assumed he meant the same thing I did about former Disney starlets trying to hold on to the limelight by flashing the paparazzi and doing outrageous things.


Okay, this is getting uncomfortable for me. Would you prefer I have a female administrator come and ask you these questions? Mr. Dragovich said politely.


No sir, I am fine. I am not sure what you want to know.


Let me cut to the chase then, I thought he already had. There is video tape of you in what appeared to be just body paint being carried on the field to perform in the nude, and of course the posters that were around the school of you before the pep rally in wooden stocks.


I didnt say anything.


You are a good student with a good record and if you can tell us who put you up to it and who bought the body paint, then we can probably overlook the need to suspend you. I am assuming you were coerced into participating as some sort of senior prank or initiation?


I wasnt sure what to say. I hate lying about as much I hate using the term hate.


We have overlooked a lot of the incidents because the school has been in transition of leadership and with all the budget cuts and having more students than we really have capacity for we just havent had time to rein things in. He smiled at me.


The thing is we can only overlook so much before things get out of hand and I think they are, so I would like to ask you again to just be honest with me and tell me what you know and I may not have to suspend you.


I knew that suspension meant being the family pet even after I earn my stars if it lasts longer. I bit my lip weighing my options. There were a hundred scenarios running through my mind about what to do.


He could see I was contemplating my options and he added that he could arrange to have my parents, Mr. Murphy and the parents of the football players who brought me on stage all come together to discuss it - I just hate the paperwork and red tape


Mr. Dragovich was a giant of a man and probably not cut out to be an administrator. I could tell he probably did want to work this out one on one with me. I appreciate what you are trying to do Sir, and I am not going to say I wasnt wearing body paint when I went out for half-time. I was planning to resign cheer because I feel like I have spent too much time pursuing popularity and not enough time with my family. I wanted to go out with a bang.


So you want me to believe that you, an honors student who never had any history of trouble, got it into your head to cover yourself in Cherry lawn colors from head to toe and be carried out during half-time just for the thrill of it? he was rightfully skeptical.


Thats just it Sir, I never had a history of getting in trouble. What stories do I have about freshman beat-down and pacifiers in the back of a truck to tell if I always keep my nose clean and do what is right?


Trust me. Having stories like that isnt the best thing in the world. He seemed to be picturing one of the spankings he delivered or may have had delivered to him. Look, I am going to be honest. I brought you here informally because I do not believe you are a bad kid. I am not in the habit of suspending good kids. How about we try this you have resigned cheerleading so you have no reason to keep doing whatever your initiation is all about.


He explained that if anyone brings up the pep rally to say that I had cleared it with the school and that I had on a full bikini under the body paint. That I could just go back to wearing less provocative clothes and behaving myself and he would give me a second chance.


Thats just it sir, I am already on my second chance. He didnt seem to understand. I wasnt sure I did either. Why did I keep flapping my gums when it sounded like I just dodged another school suspension?


I blew my first chance by getting absorbed in my own life and what I thought everyone expected me to be, Sir. he didnt look pleased but I continued, I am not a good kid, Sir. I am a vain, thoughtless, selfish over-achiever and I wont be going back to that prudish goody-two-shoes.


Okay, Okay. he smiled, No one is asking you to go back to the goody two shoes, but I am going to say this and I will deny it if it leaves my office. Honey I can see your boobs right through that shirt. The dress code here is liberal as it is and the teachers dont have time, or energy, to keep up with every creative way girls come up with to find a way around the rules, so unless it is over the top we just look the other way. He cleared his throat reminding me of Mr. Love when he gets uncomfortable, But I can clearly see what I think are piercings poking out of your shirt?


I lifted my top to remove all doubt. It was a very thin blouse that left almost nothing to the imagination anyway. Yes Sir.


Okay, I get it. Put your shirt back down. Mr. Dragovich said with disappointment. He shifted uncomfortably before continuing, You are going through a little rebellion phase, and you got yourself a piercing. Hey, I had a diamond earring when I was in high school. Now you think showing your boobs is going to shock me and I guess that is what you want,The attention of being a bad girl so mom and dad take notice of you?


No Sir, I get plenty of attention at home. My mom has the same piercings.


Nothing surprises me these days. He shook his head in disbelief. I respect your decision and freedom of expression. He sounded like he was reciting from a text book. Actually that is what the text books say we are supposed to do, but frankly, if you were my daughter I would insist you take those out and put on a bra, young lady!


I used to wear a bra, even to sleep because I was so uptight. I am learning that my boobs are just part of my body, like an elbow or an ankle and that they are not special or to be hidden away. If someone wants to see them or touch them they can.


I dont claim to understand what goes on in your head. You kids live-journal and listen to emo music and live in a world that is really different at times from how I grew up. It is obvious you are rebelling and from what I dont know maybe I dont want to know. I am offering you a chance to just behave yourself. Keep your nose clean and avoid punishment.


I am afraid its too late to avoid punishment, Sir. I was already being punished for the rotten things we did and not just enslaving my father and brother for weeks.


I dont believe I understand. You want me to suspend you? Mr. Dragovich asked me point blank.


No Sir I knew it would be worse for me at home than at school but a part of me was wrestling with the right answer. The things I did leading up to the pep rally, and after, probably did warrant a suspension was I so special that the rules didnt apply to me?


All I am asking is for you to go back to the Jamie of about two weeks ago before all the shenanigans.


I cant go back to that girl, Sir. Ive come too far it instantly dawned on me that after two weeks dressing like this at school that I would not be able to start coming to school dressed conservatively ever again. I had changed so much that it was no longer who I was. I would have to start thinking about my identity when this is all over but right now my mind was focused on the conversation at hand.


He seemed determined to give me a choice to make me make a choice.


Life would be so much simpler if these things were decided for me? Am I becoming a true submissive? Dad has told me many times before that if I check out of what becomes of me and just passively go along with whatever someone else decided for me, that Ive missed the point of it all. I am supposed to obey, but I am also to be an active participant and make choices and face the consequences of those choices.


I believe you should suspend me, Sir. I parted my legs wide even though he couldnt see me on his side of the desk, and put both hands on the arm rest of my chair. The body language I was exuding was certainty. The consequences of my decision were something I was just going to have to live with.


Why is it that you think you should be suspended? Mr. Dragovich pursed his lips in amusement.


Well, there are many reasons. I hadnt expected him to ask a follow-up. I decided to make a choice and my gut told me to make the one I did.


I did not make the poster of me that appeared all over school and I am not sure who did. That was taken at the county fair the night before when I was in one of those wooden stocks that people pose for photos in? Some of the football players showed up at the end and snapped that. Having said that, I do take blame for being in the photo, just not distributing it around school.


He nodded as I took inventory of my situation and the events that led up to my decision.


Yes I did see Hope Miller leave the dressing room. I didnt have anything to do with her decision to take her clothes off and run around the bleachers. I dont know why she did that.


The Principal nodded again and added, It doesnt sound like anything is your fault?


I held up a finger that I wasnt done yet, It was my decision to go out with a bang at Friday nights game. I offered some football players sexual favors if they would lead me out on the field in a mock pillory, while I danced around with nothing on but body paint in the school colors. I figured Id be the girl everyone is talking about instead of just being someone who talks about her - Do something memorable like your freshman bash.


He nodded in understanding or at least I assumed he was understanding me. I was working through the points in my head as I made them one by one for the first time. Why hadnt I prepared myself better for the inevitable conversation about my actions this morning? If only I had more time to wrestle with the idea that if I was being objective, anyone who did what I did should be suspended? Why am I obsessed with justice and rules? Is it because I am a Libra? I wish I was a Leo like my mom.


I wear this collar, dress this way and have these piercings and my tattoo because I have chosen to be submissive, Sir. I said out loud feeling like I was giving a very mild form of affirmation.


He shook his head for me to clarify what I had just said.


I have made some bad decisions and choices when I had free-will, and now I let others make certain decisions for me about how to behave, how to treat others, what to wear, what to eat, Sir. I explained what submissive meant.


So if others told you to jump off a bridge, you would jump? Mr. Dragovich was playing devils advocate I suppose.


The agreement I made was that there are certain limits to what I will do if they ORDER it. There are some things I must do, like call you Sir as a sign of respect.


He nodded, I actually like being called Sir, its not something I hear very often unless its sarcastic. He said with a look of bemusement.


It is my hope that speaking to you with deference as my better is pleasing to you and that is why I have agreed to live by these rules. I am not doing it to get attention or to rebel far from it. I explained.


As to jumping off a bridge - well there are some choices I get to make for myself and face the consequences. If they gave me the choice to jump off a bridge, to continue your metaphor, I would look down at how deep it is, and how risky the jump is and whether or not I will just get bruised and banged up or if the current will carry me away.


He nodded in surprise that I didnt just give the stock Whatever or No would you? that most teenagers might have in response.


My trainers offer me enough of a reward to take the risk and I must make the choice and live with the consequences. I said.


What kind of reward?


I earn gold stars, if I get 100 of them I earn back some of the privileges I have been doing without for the last two weeks, Sir.


I see and Cathy Griffin is one of your trainers I take it? He grinned.


I thought you did not want to know the details, sir?


Okay you got me there, he smiled, But until you are an adult you really shouldnt be called on to make decisions that can put you in jeopardy?


He was being sweet and considerate and having been dumped on for two weeks it felt nice to exchange ideas with someone so caring. Every time you step into a car with someone who gets out on the highway you made a decision that put you in jeopardy. The decisions I am allowed to make are preparing me for adult hood because without practice how will I know how to avoid bad decisions?


Well if you are sexually active, some of the decisions you make could make you a teen mother. He laughed.


I am a virgin, Sir! I said with a half-smile. I mean if you didnt count all the blowjobs and getting fucked up the ass this weekend.


He looked at me and said, If you say so skeptically.


Its funny we live in a world where losing your phone is more dramatic than losing your virginity. The way I dress and act I can see why he thinks I would take it lightly. I am not saying I am shocked. It is just interesting the way everyone seems to think it is so unlikely. Hell, it probably wont be long anyway.


So if you want me to make a choice it boils down to, stay in school and continue to be submissive until I earn all of my stars or go home and face the music with my father, then I pick go home and face the music with my father.


Oh your dad is strict? What exactly will he do? Tell you no more piercings for a week?


Lets just say I will be in the dog house until I get back to school. I smirked again. It had felt good to be honest with Mr. Dragovich on some level but I could not resist the opportunity to say it like it was a metaphor when it wasnt.


Well I hate to say I agree with you, but if you are telling me you went out to the pep rally naked and promised sexual favors, Mrs. Virgin then I guess Id have no choice.


Those were only blowjobs and they got too drunk for me to actually make good on my promise, Sir. I had the distinct feeling Mr. Dragovich shifted in his seat to hide his boner when I said it just like that. I did my best perky and sweet smile and I had a feeling I had probably just over-shared. It felt good to tell the truth but at the same time I felt I was on shaky ground. We had talked about different protocols to use and this was our red alert for parent teacher conferences, court appearances and the like. I was to use the most modesty and decorum possible and I knew that but I said what I did anyway.


I had the distinct feeling he wanted to give me another chance if only I would let him. Why wasnt I letting him?


I looked down and wrung my hands. I could see the very distinct outline of the words Pussy Broke, Use Rear Entrance on my tummy from magic marker that hadnt completely faded. If he noticed, he was doing a good job of pretending to be uninterested in reading it.


Well what you want and what is best for you may be two different things. I am going to speak with your parents and then make a decision. He had my file open and he flipped to a page with our contact numbers. I probably shouldnt have brightened so much knowing that the decision was out of my hands once again.


I had gone back and forth a dozen times in my mind about the pros and cons of what was going to happen if I got kicked out of school. This was really a lot like the funishment I could have taken at home or reporting to Mrs. Waxermans house. I know what humiliation at school is going to feel like while I earn back my stars and Ive made it this far maybe I should change my mind and stay in school.


Yes, actually I think I was being hasty about being asked to be expelled. I probably should just try to be good and stay in school. I smiled at him.


He wasnt listening - He had already dialed my moms work. Yes, I am calling for Mrs. Taylor. This is her daughters Principal Mr. Dragovich, there was a pause where he seemed confused She is very tied up right now? He seemed surprised mom hadnt taken his call. I smiled knowing that given moms arrangement at work that the answer he got was probably more literal than figurative.


What a bad girl I am for not instantly feeling bad that my mom is probably physically restrained in her office?


He dialed my dad and left a voice mail for him. That was surprising because I knew Dad was almost always home.


You go on to class and I will make a decision later today.


As you wish Sir. Ive always had good posture but the heels really do make me sway. I wondered if his gaze followed me out but I didnt look back. I was too busy wondering what he would decide and what my dad would say when he talked to him.


Dad wasnt in favor of the stunt and his reason for me being outside was its a consequence to being home all day. So on the one hand he seems to want me in school while on the other he and Chris have been laughing off and on and calling me Alpo Girl and making snide references to it all weekend.


Be careful what you wish for I wished to have the decision taken out of my hands and now it seems to be up to my father and the principal. I guess one thing I learned about myself and probably women in general is once we get what we thought we wanted we dont want it anymore.


I think girls my age can be fickle and change our mind on our dime. I hate feeling like the main character in a Taylor Swift song.


It was already time for my check in with my brother. I rushed to get his books from my locker and then meet him on the other side of school. My usual routine of running through the throng of kids while they elbowed, poked and prodded me wasnt working because I was even further away from where to meet me since I was coming from the Principals office than even my normal routine when I followed my schedule.


When I finally saw him standing in front of his class on the Industrial Arts wing he was shaking his head Getting lazy, doggy?


No time sir, please I am going to be late. I gave him his books while I bit my lower lip in worry while not trying to seem like I was rushed.


What is the worst that could happen? You get suspended?


Please sir, dismiss me so I can get to class.


The bell rang and he looked up Too late. He turned to go into his class right behind him and turned casually You are dismissed.


I was already late but I hurried to my English class. I know Ive gushed about Mr. Young being handsome and one of my favorite teachers many times and journal you know me well enough by now that I would hate to be late to any class but most of all this one.


I walked into class interrupting Mr. Young in one of his monologues. He usually tells a little anecdote about his weekend to warm up before jumping into the work to get us listening.


I was at the Principals office, Sir I said apologetically.


I know. Its okay have a seat Jamie. he smiled at me in a way that indicated he knew about the scandal brewing over the half-time show. I am sure most of the faculty and students did it felt like their eyes were all on my back.


Cathy scolded me, Slower than normal, Chris will punish you at lunch for this. She whispered.


He dismissed me late, Maam I whispered back.


Is that because you showed up late? And you know I prefer Mistress. She whispered as if she didnt care if wed get caught.


Mrs. Griffin and Mrs. Taylor did you have something you wanted to share with the class? Mr. Young rarely put people on the spot like that.


Sorry Mr. Young, I was just curious if my head cheerleader was kicked out of school for that racy number she put on at the Rams game this weekend. Cathy said matter-of-factly. The other students ooohed and ahhhed because the rumor mill had obviously been very active.


I stood up and announced I didnt mean to bring any shame on the school. I just wanted to quit cheerleading with a bang. Several boys laughed when I said bang but quickly silenced when Mr. Young looked at them and gave me the nod to sit down.


The class was uneventful the typical sit with legs wide apart and flash whoever wants a look up my skirt - until the very end. As everyone was leaving for lunch Mr. Young called me over to speak to him privately.


Jamie, you are one of my favorite students and you have a real gift for writing, Mr. Young said in that positive way where you just know a but is coming. I nodded I am terrible at accepting compliments.


But, you have really changed over the last two weeks and I am growing very concerned where this is all coming from. He was interested in me and all I could notice was his musky cologne. Ive been in the mall before looking for it like a silly school girl pretending I was shopping for my father. I think its Tuscany.


I appreciate the concern Sir, but I need to get to lunch. I stood frozen. I had wanted to talk to him but I think I was more afraid of what my brother would do if I was late for lunch.


Yes, well if you want to talk after school or something, I could arrange a counselor, perhaps a woman who is trained in the types of things that may be bothering you. he sounded concerned and passed me a number. I took it and rushed out into the hallway.


Cathy was waiting, Queen LaQueefa, carry my books she unloaded her books into my waiting arms. Is your pussy wet now that Mr. Young wanted a word with you?


You know I am almost always aroused now that I have that piercing dangling between my legs, Mistress. I said in a lower voice as we walked to the lunch room.


I think you know you are a little more turned on than normal, you dont mind if I have a check do you? she sneered, pushing me over between some lockers and standing in front of me. She drove a finger under my skirt and into my pussy and then felt around, Hmmm, I think I feel that precious hymen she laughed as she pulled her finger out and held it in front of my face.


She sniffed it smells like tuna, have a taste.


I looked her in the eye and opened my mouth so she could feed my own slick juices dripping down her finger. Yes Mistress, I think you are right.


Should you be punished for getting turned on when you should have your mind on your school work?


Yes Mistress I admitted that was an established rule from the very get go but I was growing to hate how much she seemed to enjoy it. I think I would ratherhave a harsher punishment if it would deny her the satisfaction of knowing I would have to answer for it.


She led me down the hall with her hand pressed to my back, Youll tell your brother about your wet pussy and lateness, and any other shortcoming when you get to lunch and beg for correction. It wasnt a suggestion and I knew it.


Chris had grown extraordinarily popular since this all began. His table was now filled with not only nerds and geeks but some of the more popular boys in school who had found out he was willing to rent his sister out. He was seated like an English monarch holding court in the middle of the table with the other students hanging on his every word.


Their faces brightened when I approached and stood before him in the most contrite manner possible. Cathy took our books and made a boy seated to Chriss immediate left vacate the spot for her. The geeky boy folded immediately she simply intimidated him into assuming she was more worthy of the seat.


Hello Sir, I have to report my shortcomings and ask for punishment. I said as I had several times before in front of these boys. They listened with big smiles glued to their faces as I explained how I had been late and that my pussy was wet.


Tsoong was sitting to Chriss immediate right and he offered me a seat on his lap. I wasted no time sitting down.


I dont know if I believe if you are still wet, pull your piss flaps open so Tsoong can inspect you. I didnt look at Tsoong he had rented me last week and been a gentleman and I knew he wasnt particularly comfortable being cruel to me.


However, I as I reached under my skirt to pull my pussy lips open he wasted no time fingering me.


Dont finger bang her, just dip your stick and lets see if you have stink finger. Chris laughed and the other boys laughed with him.


Tsoong withdrew his finger and held it up.


So was she extra wet and juicy? he asked as I continued to hold myself open under my skirt. I was waiting for the order to release.


I think so, yes he said unsure of himself to the immature laughter of boys, none which were probably even sure how to tell if I was or wasnt turned on themselves.


Why were you late, Ass face?


I was late dropping your books off, so that made me late getting to my English class Sir. I was not trying to be lazy.


Excuses, excuses. You werent trying to be late but you were. Chriss gaze bore into me. Why were you late dropping off my books?


I was with Mr. Dragovich and he released me without enough time to get to my check in, Sir. that was true.


Squeeze those piss flaps and pull them apart, Ass face, Chris ordered and I clenched down on my own pussy lips with my fingers. I am sure my discomfort amused him as he ordered me to explain why I was in the principals office.


He is deciding whether or not to suspend me because I was carried out wearing only Cherry Lawn Red and White for the big game on Friday. Most of them had probably heard rumors, some more intense than that.


What did they decide? Chris was enjoying every second of my discomfort.


He asked me whether I wanted to be suspended or not, and then decided to call mom and dad but he couldnt reach them.


I bet you told him you were looking forward to being suspended so you could spend your afternoons in the backyard chained up like a doggy? the boys laughed. I couldnt be sure how much they all knew about my arrangement but I just returned his laughter with a wintry smile.


Actually Sir, I am not sure it might not be easier to spend my time at home than here. I usually didnt try to rain on his parade and I let him have his fun at my expense but I felt a little defiant.


Oh trust me Sis, you wont enjoy it. he got quiet all of a sudden and stopped talking.


I felt a large meaty hand clap me on the back I turned thinking it was Mr. Dragovich come to inform me of my suspension.


It was Dave Stravosky one of the football players who carried me on the field with his friends. I think you still owe me a little something you promised but never delivered?


I am sorry Sir, you passed out at the party. I remained discrete he had fallen asleep with other naked guys and that was a mental image I didnt want in my head.


That isnt how I remember it at all He was cock-sure of himself and full of swagger.


Did my sister promise to suck your dick for free? She has a habit of doing that. How much are blowjobs, slut? Chris interjected.


Yes Sir, I promised to suck their dicks if they would carry me onto the field. You were the one who said I could. Then I paused and answered his second question, Blowjobs are normally ten dollars. to a rousing cheer from the boys seated at the table.


Cathy added, How much to fuck you in the pooper?


Twenty, Mistress. I admitted through near-gritted teeth to howls from the boys.


She thinks that clam between her legs is special and it isnt on the market yet. Cathy egged on the boys to keep laughing.


Your punishment will have to wait, Sis. Chris told me as he asked the football players if they wanted me to pay my debt and suck their dicks right now in the boys bathroom.


Damn straight I do. Dave answered with a kind of almost over-the-top bravado of someone who might really not want it. I dont think anyone else noticed between all of the back-patting and cheering as I was told I could release my pussy lips and follow them into the boys bathroom.


All you queers stay out this time, he announced to the peanut gallery of hanger-ons that were with Chris. Last time this bitch tried to service me and my bros in the bathroom you guys couldnt keep your mouth shut and we got caught. I dont want you watching me slip this bitch the bone!


He and his friends Noah and Thad escorted me into the last stall of the boys bathroom. The stall door was missing (most likely to catch boys smoking or for things like what we were about to do). Dave chased the students already in the bathroom out calling them fags.


I quickly removed what little I had on and kneeled on the cold tile. My tits fell full and were aching I was either horny or I probably needed to milk myself. I decided to brush my hands against them to give myself a little sensation and take my mind off how completely surreal my life has become.


Good god, why get totally naked? Thad asked me.


To amuse you, and if you decide to give me a pearl necklace it wont get all over my clothes Sir I wasnt going to make THAT mistake again.


Okay, get your peters out and start getting hard gentlemen Dave announced to his friends without reaching for his own zipper.


What about you? Noah reminded him.


I was cupping my breasts sneaking a little tweak of my nipples and waiting for one of them to stick their dick into my mouth so I could pay this debt and be done with it.


I will whip it out when you two do. I am always ready for some cheerleader tail. He didnt sound entirely sure of himself. As if to prove to himself more than them he pulled his dick out of his pants and it was flaccid and limp.


I cupped his balls and pulled him closer to me and began to give him the best blowjob I know how to do. Ive had a lot of practice and I use not only my spit and tongue to coax the cum out of a dick but I try to flash my smile and blue eyes up at them in the hopes my face makes them want to spunk faster.


Dave was not getting harder, You suck at sucking he made a joke but his friends didnt laugh. He kept trying to get them to pull their dicks out.


Dude, do you want to see OUR dicks or something? Noah said half-joking You seem more intent on that than on the first class ball-washing you are getting from the Taylor slut.


Hey, Taylor slut is a step up from Ass-Face I guess.


Dave punched his fist into the plastic divider between stalls, No dude, I just dont want to wait while you guys try to get hard. He turned back to me and began to try to throat fuck me with his half-limp dick intensely uhnss-uhnsss


Ahem I heard the distinctive sound of Mr. Dragovich entering the bathroom. Dave pulled out quickly and zipped himself back up as the three jocks tried to distance themselves from me.


Going somewhere fellas? Mr. Dragovich smiled at them and then looked at me, Ah, looks like the banana girl.


I was red-faced and busted dead to rights completely naked.


Jamie I was coming to tell you that your father said he didnt think you should be suspended and I agreed. He let that sink in, I think you know that isnt possible now, dont you?


I stayed on the floor kneeling with my hands on my thighs Yes Sir, I can see that


How about you take a few minutes and collect yourself, and Ill have a chat with my favorite football players about some locker room hijinks and what just happened in here. You guys dont mind coming with me do you?


I was shocked he left me alone to get dressed. I suppose I shouldnt have expected him to grab me by my ear and pull me out of the bathroom. Dave gave me a red-eyed look like This is not over as he followed the Principal out of the bathroom.


I dressed quickly and then returned to Chris to tell him I had just been suspended.


Actually Sis, I feel bad for you. he said sounding genuinely empathetic.


Sucks to be me, I guess. I shifted my weight on the ball of my foot.


Yeah, it does. Hey before you go can you be a peach and take our trays to the garbage? Cathy interrupted evilly.


I took the empty trays and began my walk out of the lunch room to the Principals Office.


The Principal made me wait out of his office while he dealt with the Football players who left with only a few mean glances.


After they left he didnt call me in, Just wait out there, I really dont have anything more to say to you at this point in time. Your father will be here shortly.


I watched a procession of kids come in and out of the Principals office skater kids in trouble for baggy pants hanging down below their waist, a girl who had pierced her nose in the girls bathroom and couldnt stop the bleeding, a few fights. I was just one of many fires he had to put out on a daily basis but I felt he was particularly disappointed with me.


When my dad finally came to get me he looked me up and down with disgust, I plead with them to let you out of your suspension and this is what you do? You know what this means?


RUFF! was all I said.




























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