Mr. White hummed. He had to give Chandler that - she was very determined and full of herself. She was not easy to tame - but they had the whole day ahead of them, and the teacher was pretty determined as well. He continued to smack Heather's ass soundly, letting the paddle to do all the discussing for now. After twenty hard slaps Mr. White stopped and took a deep breath - that was not an easy work, and he was just starting! "Well, Heather, we'll see about the ehll on Monday, but I can promise you one thing - you are not going to sit on any kind of the throne, or sit at all in a long time. Now you can go to the blackboard and write "Bullying is bad" twenty times - or refuse, and we'll continue." Two muscular guys by her sides let Chandler's hands free - but were ready in case she'll decide to act up.

Ms. Kelly looked at the other three. "Now it's your turn, Duke. You saw what to do. make it easier for everyone and come here by yourself. In fact... Duke, McNamara, come forward both. We can do it faster if you will be smart instead of making fuzz." The teacher's strict look sugggested, that not being smart will surely make it longer and much worse.

Chandler, as much as she tried to stay strong and stoic through it all, with every swat came further and further from that image and went closer to the truth. It first started with tears welding up in her eyes and her face turning a deep crimson almost matching her vest. Next, tears streamed down her cheeks and she started to stamp her foot struggling against the hundred pounds of brainless beef holding her down. Finally, she screamed out “okay! I get it! please stop!” she begged as the paddle kept smacking against her cheeks. By the end of it, her cheeks were a ruby red with small bruises forming on the sides of her cheeks. Mascara stains runs down her cheeks as she listened to the teachers orders and quickly shook her head. She’d do anything to get out of this spanking. Feeling the weight off her back, she slowly got up and shakingly made her way over to the blackboard and started to begin rubbing her cheeks with one hand and writing with the other.


Veronica’s heart dropped when she saw the teacher look over and with a loud gulp, she looked over to the two other girls. “M-Me! Why me!?” Duke said crossing her arms and huffing before she saw the two jocks start to make their way over to her “grrr…I’m coming! Don’t you dare put a hand on me!” she hissed and stamped her way over to the desk. McNamara snickered to herself watching her friend get what she deserves before her name was called “w-what? But you already have an ass to beat! This is, like, so not fair!” she said huffing and walking next to her friend begrudgingly. Veronica coughed awkwardly looking at the teacher “so…should I stay here…or?” she asked making sure she’s not doing anything wrong “I mean…I don’t want to rush anything!...just…shutting up, got it”

[sorry for the delay, holiday season hits me hard]


The class giggled at the sight of Chandler at teh blackboard - it would be unusual even if she hadn't her red butt on display! But soon they ahd two more butts to look at, as Ms. Kelly came and fixed both Duke's and McNamara's skirt in the same way she did with their bitchy leader before. This time she took a long wooden yard stick and stood near McNamara, raedy, as the batter on teh field. Mr. White chuckled nad raised his paddle too, taking position behind Duke. They started to spank two brats in the same time, so the sound smacks echoed through the classroom in unison. WHACK-CRACK!!! Ms. White went a bit lighter on McNamara, who seemed to never start any mischief on her own, but the narrow and heavy yardstick still pressed deep into her soft cheeks with every smack. Mr. White didn't hold abck much meanwhile, and his paddle covered both cheeks of second-in-command-Heather, flattering them every time...

Chandler just wants this day to be over as her perfect cursive writes out the phrase. Chalk dust falls from the ever-breaking stick onto her fingers and she takes a step back examining her work. They’ll get their twenty sentences, but they’re going to wait for as long as she sees fit. Hearing the snickering from her classmates, she gives them the middle finger with the hand firmly rubbing her sore cheeks. McNamara whined loudly and stamped her foot against the ground when her pure white panties were on display for these perverted students. Duke’s eyes widen when she feels her skirt start to get tucked into the elastic “w-wait, don’t!” she screeched and blocked her cheeks, but it was too late. Her thin black thong was on display for everyone to see. A deep blush forms on her face as she bounces from one foot to another “isn’t this, like, illegal or something!” she yelped out before her hand was pinned to her back. Veronica could only watch in horror as the two teachers line up behind the girls ready to ravage their asses. Will she face the same fate? Will she have to survive a double spanking! shuttering in her seat, she looked at the hungry students around her. The first to fall was the yardstick, but was quickly met with the paddle swinging down only a second after the other. Moans of pain echo off the walls as the two girls shutter in place. Chandler turned around raising an eyebrow a bit bitter that she didn’t get the hard stick, but deciding that it’s best to keep it to herself.

Despite being busy with Duke, Mr. White noticed Chandler's gesture and frowned. "That's not how you write lines about your misbehaviour, Heather! One more joke like taht, and I'll ask gius to shove you taht finger there the sun doesn't shine. But for now a wedgie would be enough to help you write faster. Buck, would you please?" The muscular guy grinned and approached to Chandler. Next moment she experienced something pretty common in Westerburg High, but completely new to it's queens - a rough, mean wedgie! Buck pulled Heather's panties as high as possible in one powerful move, lifting the girl from the ground for a breath moment. Not only did teh fabric cut deep into Chandler's all teh most tender areas, but her red buttocks were now virtually bare!

The teachers' meanwhile worked on two other sets of buttocks. White's paddle fell on Duke's ass soundly and heavily, while Kelly's ruler smacked McNamara's butt lighter, but with more meanancing whistling. The audience enjoyed every moment of it. The guys and girls in teh class certainly weren't concerned about legal status of all these, and the teachers counted on four bitches being to emberrassed and submissive at teh end of the day to go for any legal action. And Mr. White was just too fed up with such behavour not to risk, while Ms. Kelly was very worried about the bullied kids and was willing to risk for them.

SMACK!! CRACK!!! SMACK!! CRACK!!! SMACK!! CRACK!!!.. Fifteen times rose and fell the ruler and fifteen times the paddle landed on two soft bums.

Hearing her plan fall apart at the seams, she quickly brought her hand back and placed it against the whiteboard writing the cursive words even faster and keeping her face pointed to the board to hide her shit-faced smirk. She did what she had to do, and maybe it’ll teach these children that she’s still the big boss around here. One little spanking isn’t going to change that, but her demeanor changed when she heard the order given to Buck. Her face dropped and she turned to Buck “N-Now Bucky, don’t do anything you’ll regreee-ow!” she screamed out as her thick panties were tugged up and she was hung on her tip-toes. Hissing at the pain, her other hand shot back to cover her red cheeks to the snickering faces. “Sh-Shut up! I’m going!” she says frantically switching from cursive to regular writing in the middle of “Bullying”

Veronica’s eyes were locked on both of the bitch’s asses being flattened by the wooden implements and her mind ran at a million miles per hour. She never expected that they’d be repercussions like this for her actions! She hasn’t even been a Heather for a month, but of course with her luck, this is the time they decided to do something about their behavior! Finally, it was too much for her, and she placed her hands over her eyes trying to block this image out of her mind, but every sharp smack caused her to flinch in her seat. Duke grunted after every swat and it looked like she was clearly getting the short stick in this bargain. Her tan cheeks erupt in color causing her basically bare cheeks to become a deep pink within minutes. McNamara on the other hand screams at the top of her lungs hitting an octave that was only chorus kids could hit “owwwwwwwww! Stop! This hurts!” she whines as her now pink cheeks get smacked around.

Buck stayed around with a wide grin, making sure Chandler didn't try to pull any more tricks or fix her underwear. His classmates whistled and giggled at the sight of the Allmighty Bitch reciving something noramlly meant only for nerds and freaks.

Once both Duke and McNamara recived fifteen sound smacks each, the teachers stopped. Mr. White wiped some sweat off his forehead, Ms. Kelly shook her tired hand. They fixed two skirts with pins as well and looked at the chalkboard, there Chandler was finishing the last line (they looked progressively worse). "I think taht will do, Heather" Mr. White said. "Now march to that corner, hands on your head, and think of what's coming your way. Duke, McNamara - clean teh board and start writing! each of you have fifteen lines to do. I hope you won't try to be funny as your fearless leader."

Ms. Kelly meanwhile turned to trembling Veronica, giving her an almost compassionate look. "Please, Veronica, stand up and come here. It will be much easier if you cooperate, I promise. By now you should already know the position."

Tears streamed down the girl’s cheeks as their trembling hands clutched the table. They tried so hard not to reach back, but feeling their sway slowly break. Thankfully, they decided to stop, and the two girl’s hand instantly went to their cheeks as they shot up “Y-Yes sir!” McNamara squealed practically tripping over her panties as she rushed over to the corner. Duke on the other hand just grumbled keeping one hand blocking her cheeks as the other wiped her tears. She moved over to the board starting to clean it as a deep blush stays on her rosey cheeks. “I don’t plan on it…” was all she said in response to that comment about Heather.

Veronica basically fell out of her seat by how much she’s sinked into the desk. “Y-Yes miss…” she said knowing fighting back would just end poorly. She wiggled the seat back and started to walk over to the desk. Her body trembled, and she could hear the sounds of funeral marching bounce around her head. She paused looking back at her classmates before she bent over keeping her elbows on the desk. “can I…can I flip it at least? It’s kinda embarrassing having your teacher touch you like that” she said whispering

Mr. White, still holding his paddle, moved closer to teh blackboard, to supervise two brats writing lines there and also be closer to Chandler in her corner in case she'll show her fighting spirit again. Three Heathers were more submissive nad quite then ever, and he found great satisfaction in that. Even if he'll get firedeventually because of this, it was worth it, the man thought.

Ms. Kelly met Veronica's obedience with the lightest smile, trying to encourage the girl. She kinda doubted that the other three can be redeemed to be decent persons, even though she was willing too try no matter how painful for them it would be, but for Sawyer the teacher had big hopes. Of course, first step to get better is accepting teh responsibility for your faults... "Yes, Victoria. You may lift it yourself, but make sure I have the whole field of work prepared, otr I'll have to fix the skirt for you" Ms. Kelly answered softly.

Duke tensed up when she heard the heavy foot-steps come closer to her, so she frantically started to write. McNamara looked between the two, and seeing as there’s not allot of space left on the board, wrote as small as possible. Chandler put the last period to her sentence and turned around to the teacher “well that was pointless, but there it is” she began to brush the dust off her fingers as she leaned against the wall to watch Veronica take her punishment


“Y-Yes Ma’am…” the younger girl said as her shaking hands placed themselves on the bottom of her plaid skirt. Taking one deep breath to steady herself, she slowly lifted it showing off her, somewhat childish, purple panties with bright yellow stars. She began to tuck the skirt in blushing profusely at the chuckling coming from the crowd before she bent over once more. “Is this good enough? I can go back and fix it if you want”