Tyra walked down her driveway and turned at the sidewalk towards the school. She lived close enough that she walked pretty much any day weather permitted. She planned to run when she got to the dry cleaners. There was an alley there she could duck down. Beyond that, she didn't have a plan. She just prayed she didn't run in to anyone she knew. Her prayers went unanswered.
"Tyra?" someone called from behind her. She heard feet running up behind her. She walked on, heels clacking, hoping that something would save her. Nothing did. Two girls dressed in the red and white uniforms of her school ran into her field of vision. One was a blue eyed blonde, Tina Daniels, the head cheerleader. The other was her best friend, a green eyed red head named Trina Philips. They were grinning in disbelief. Tyra knew everyone in school would hear about this, how she was dressed.
"OH...MY...GOD! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?" Tina asked, the valley girl cadence of her voice grating on Tyra's already frayed nerves. Tyra didn't respond. What could she say? To her horror, Trina pulled out her camera phone and started snapping pictures. She hung her make up covered face in shame. Her master spoke to her.
"Your vital signs show that you're humiliated. And angry. These perky little cunts would make decent additions to my collection. You could spank them, punish them. Sound fun?"
"No," Tyra whispered. "NO? No WHAT? Are you like, finally getting the consequences of your action? Why would you dress like that? You must be a total slut."
Tina and Trina went on like this, continuing to snap pictures, Trina even reaching out to rub the petticoat between her fingers.
"That's so noble of you. But that means you must like these girls. A lot. Complement Tina's tits. Tell her she looks good in that uniform. Or, we can skip that. Just say you want to punish them. Choose." |