The Goth Girl Ch. 02

The other day I decided to finally confront the Goth girl who assaulted me in the bathroom and made me do...things...to her about a month ago. Since then I'd been avoiding her like the plague but with the encouragement of some friends I'd met online while chatting about some of my kinky fantasies I'd decided to confront her. I didn't really want much from the encounter, I just wanted to show her and prove to myself that I wasn't afraid of her anymore. As long as I was afraid she had some sort of power over me and I didn't like that. I just wanted to not be afraid. Is that really so much to ask?

I saw her as I was walking out of my first class and decided to just get it over with. I figured it'd be like ripping off a Band-Aid and I shouldn't put it off and just do it quickly. I had an hour before my next class but I figured it would only take about 5 minutes. That'd give me time to compose myself again if anything went wrong and I started crying or something.

I was brave and walked right up to her. I looked her straight in the eye and said "hi". I doubt you can really understand what a huge accomplishment that was for me. She seemed impressed as well that I'd talk to her. She told me that she was surprised I was talking to her as she thought I'd been avoiding her for weeks. I admitted that I had been but that some friends had encouraged me to not be afraid of her anymore. This was a lot more than I'd been expecting. I'd just intended to say hi.

We started chatting a little bit outside before she invited me to join her in the library where we could talk in private. I had about 45 minutes left before my next class so I said sure. I was really surprised at how well things were going and I was starting to enjoy talking to her. We went into a private study room in the library with a door that locked so we could talk privately without anyone listening in or bothering us. I usually avoided those rooms as I knew people would sometimes have sex in them instead of study but I figured they were probably cleaned on a regular basis.

We talked for a long time in there and I ended up opening up to her about some of my kinkier fantasies. That was huge for me. I'd only ever told one other person about all this in real life and she'd utterly rejected me for it calling me a freak. It was huge that I could open up to someone again. Especially a relative stranger like this girl.

By the way her name is Rose. I think I forgot to mention that earlier. Kind of a weird name for a Goth girl in my opinion. I'd expect her to make up a new name for herself like Storm or Smoke or something dark like that. But I digress.

She seemed to understand my oddness and accept it. She even opened up to me a little too and admitted that she had some dark kinky fantasies as well. She even mentioned that she might enjoy acting some of them out with me but since she's straight it'd have to be in a threesome with a hot guy. Since I'm completely lesbian I would never do it with a guy even if it meant I could get with a hot Goth girl.

I showed her my Literotica account and she read all the stories I have on there. She loved them. In fact she insisted on reading more so I showed her the dozens of half-finished stories and story outlines that I never quite finished. She loved them all and she told me she wanted to try a few of my ideas out in real life. At the time I thought that was great. Later I realized showing her them was a huge mistake.

We talked for a couple hours. I was skipping my classes and I assumed she was too. I was starting to get really comfortable with her. I'd told her more about my inner self than I'd ever told anyone before and she seemed to be accepting me for it. After a couple hours I passed into territory that I was afraid to even admit to myself. I told her about all my insecurities and deep seated fears as I sobbed on her shoulder.

I told her about my fear that my family and friends would reject me if they knew I was a lesbian. I told her about how much it hurt the last time I opened up and got rejected. I told her about my insecurities about how my little sister has bigger boobs than me and has teased me about it for years and how that made me feel inadequate. How I felt like a little kids since I can't even grow a decent pair of breasts. I told her everything and she comforted me and patted my back and told me she understood and that everything would be OK.

I actually believed her too. That was a huge mistake. I never should have made myself that vulnerable to her. I thought she was my friend. I thought opening up to her would be a kind of therapy. In the end all it did was make my life a living hell.

Once she knew all my insecurities and secret desires Rose was able to push my buttons very easily. I basically became putty in her hands and just did whatever she wanted me to. I was so overwhelmed by the whole experience that I didn't even take a second to wonder why I was letting her toy with me like that.

In the end Rose decided that I was a whiny little brat who needed more discipline in her life. She also decided she should be the one to discipline me. She told me that she was going to turn me into a good girl.

She gave me a handful of rules that I was supposed to follow like not wearing makeup or jewelry but the biggest rule she set was that I had to wear clean white full bottomed panties every day and a matching white bra. She told me she'd be checking to make sure I followed that rule.

I told her that I couldn't do that because I only had like 2 all white bikini panties and maybe 3 or 4 white bras. She told me that I better buy some more then. She recommended buying a package of them from Walmart so I could get about a dozen all at once fairly cheap.

Soon after that she left the library and a few minutes after she left so did I. I went home and thought about what had happened. I was in way over my head now. I wished I'd never gone up to talk to her, that this day just hadn't happened. I wondered if I could just start ignoring her again and maybe her stupid rules would just go away. I certainly wasn't going to go out and buy a bunch of underwear just to make her happy. I cried myself to sleep that night still undecided on what I should do.

The next morning though things seemed so much clearer. It was so obvious what I should do. I should just pretend like nothing happened. Sure Rose knew about me now but it's not like she had any proof or anything. If she tried to tell anyone I could just deny it all. Besides, if she talked she'd have to confess to what happened in the bathroom a couple weeks ago too and that'd land her in jail. If I pretend that nothing happened then nothing WILL happen.

I was thinking all this as I got dressed that morning. I was pulling my shoes on when I realized what I had put on...I was actually wearing the white bra and panties like Rose had told me to. But it was just a coincidence right? I hadn't even realized that I was doing it so I COULDN'T have done it intentionally right?

Actually it might even be better if I wear this today. Who knows what Rose might do to me before I can convince her to just pretend that yesterday didn't happen? It's probably best to appease her by just wearing this for today and then tomorrow I'll go back to normal. Following that train of thought I decided to forego my earrings and necklace that day when I went to school.

It was a surprisingly normal day actually. I don't know what I expected but somehow a normal day of classes and talking to friends just felt...odd...when I was so nervous about running into Rose at some point. I didn't see her all morning and was starting to hope that she'd decided to just drop the whole thing. Wishful thinking.

I was sitting at lunch talking and laughing with my friends when my phone buzzed. It was Rose of course. It had been too much to hope that she'd leave me alone after my humiliating confessions to her. The text said "Tine for your clean underwear check. Come to the bathroom right away. Don't keep me waiting."

I tried really hard to think of a way to not obey her orders but at the same time not pissing her off to the point that she's expose my secrets. I couldn't come up with anything so I just excused myself from my friends and went to the bathroom. I tried psyching myself up for a confrontation where I could explain to her that if she exposed me I'd have her arrested for sexual assault.

I walked into the bathroom and saw her waiting for me by the sink counter. I walked up to her and took a deep breath to get myself ready to talk. She didn't wait though. As soon as I stepped up to her she grabbed my t shirt and pulled it up to take a look at my bra. Satisfied that it was white she lowered my shirt and started unzipping my jeans.

I was completely thrown off by the suddenness of it. I'd wanted to talk not this, and if she WAS going to pull my pants off I'd expected her to at least bring me into a stall first. But no. Standing in the open in a public bathroom Rose finished unzipping my jeans and tugged them down to my ankles.

I was left speechless by all this. She hooked a finger in the waistband of my white panties and pulled on them to check that they were clean and dry. I was way too out of it by that point to bring up the threat of having her arrested. About all I could manage was to ask her to hurry up in a squeaky little voice. I didn't want anyone walking in to see this.

I should have just kept my mouth shut. Apparently Rose didn't want ANY resistance from me. I'd gone along with her, done everything she told me to do. All I'd done was ask her to hurry so I wouldn't get caught by someone walking in on us. But apparently that was too much for her to tolerate.

She grabbed me by the arm and spun me around so I was facing the sink and the put a hand on my back and made me bend over the sink counter. She told me that I was being a brat and needed a punishment. She told me she was going to spank me. She told me that if I behaved it would be over soon. If I struggled and fought she'd overpower me and spank me anyway and it would be even worse.

What was I supposed to do? She was probably right about being able to overpower me; I'm really not all that strong. If I fought her I might get away but it'd probably make so much noise that someone would come in and catch my with my pants still down. Or I could just take it and hope it was over quickly. I decided on the latter and just bowed my head with tears in my eyes.

I'd never been spanked before, not really. My friends had playfully slapped my butt before, sometimes hard enough to really hurt, but it'd always just been one slap. My little sister held me down for a spanking once but that hadn't really been too bad. We'd just been wrestling and she wasn't really trying to hurt me. What I'm trying to say here is that I had no idea what a real spanking would feel like or just how humiliating it would be. If I had known I might have decided to fight harder.

I took a deep breath and clenched when I saw her raise her hand the first time in the mirror. It didn't really help much. The spank was still painful and I ended up biting my tongue when I tried to yell and not yell at the same time. That actually hurt a lot worse than the spank had.

She told me I was supposed to count them out as she spanked me. She was going to start over and I should count from one. I asked her how many I'd get. She told me she hadn't decided yet but that asking her would add a few more on.

Then she spanked me again. 1...2...3...

But as Rose raised her hand to spank me again I heard the door open. I gasped and looked up into the mirror and saw 2 cute blonde girls walk in talking. They both stopped short when they saw me there though. I tried to stand up but Rose still had a hand on my back holding me down. I heard her say Hi to the new arrivals as if this was a perfectly normal thing to see in a public bathroom.

The 2 blondes didn't play it nearly as cool and they started asking a lot of questions and demanding to know what was going on. They asked what was happening, who I was, why I was like that, if they should leave, if they should stay, and about a hundred other things within about a minute.

Rose calmly explained to them that I had misbehaved and she was instilling some discipline. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't say anything at all and was just staring at the girls in the mirror while my face was burning with shame. Then Rose asked them if they'd like to help.

One of the girls got really excited about that. She was all smiles and was practically jumping with excitement as she agreed to help. The other one though seemed almost as embarrassed as I was and she politely declined.

While the one girl goes to a stall to do her business the other one (the excited one) comes right up to me. She puts her hand on my back just like Rose did a few minutes earlier and held me down in a bent over position. She grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them up giving me a very painful wedgie and fully exposing my butt cheeks.

I knew it was coming and I took a deep breath to get ready for another round of spankings...but I wasn't ready for what came next.

Blondie spanked me A LOT harder than Rose had. With Rose it stung and made me wince; Blondie's HURT and by the third spank I was balling my eyes out and begging her to stop. By the time her friend was finished in the stall I was a sobbing wreck. I could feel my butt burning and I knew it'd be bright red.

It was only when Blondie was done spanking me that she even bothered to ask Rose why I was being spanked. Rose had already told her I'd misbehaved but Blondie wanted specifics. Rose explained that I'd been whining about people coming in and seeing me with my pants down. Blondie thought that was hilarious. She was still holding me down while she talked to Rose. They were talking about me like I wasn't even there.

Then Blondie said something that really scared me. She asked Rose if she could take a trophy to help her remember this whole thing. I got really scared that Rose would let her take my underwear or something like that like they always seem to do in the stories I read online.

Lucky for me Rose told her that she couldn't take anything from me. But then my heart sank when she went on to tell her she could get a picture though.

Blondie was thrilled though. She took out a sharpie and actually signed my sore butt. Rose told me to look at the mirror and smile. (I'd watched all this in the mirror; I hadn't even looked at the 2 girls directly at this point.) I couldn't even really see through my tears but I did my best to smile. I felt Blondie Kiss my sore butt cheek and saw the flash as someone took a picture on their phone. Then a couple more flashes.

The two other girls left and Rose helped me fix my panties and then pull my pants up. It was really uncomfortable to even wear clothes over my sore butt and it got a lot worse when I finally got to walk away and sit down. Rose helped me clean up my face from all the crying and then she sent me on my way.

About an hour later I got a text message from Rose with 3 pictures attached. One was of my red butt and Blondie kissing it. The next was my red butt with Blondie's face right next to it smiling at the camera. My sobbing face was clearly visible in the mirror in the first 2. The third one was a close up of my red butt and you could clearly see Blondie's signature and a lipstick mark from where she'd kissed it. There was also a message saying that the other girl had a couple more pictures on her phone and that I should be careful around those 2 from now on.