An Interesting Year Pt. 01

As Kelly approached me, after our last class before lunch ended, I knew she was looking for trouble. She was the popular girl, the pretty one, who got whatever she wanted. Her long auburn hair and porcelain skin, making her look like some kind of doll. By contrast, I was the tall lanky gal, tanned from playing sports, with short hair and even smaller boobs. Yeah, I was self-conscious about them, so what. That's actually how this whole thing started. We are both attending the same college, me on an athletic scholarship, her because her mommy paid for the entire thing.

Being self-conscious about my body, I hated changing with the other girls in the locker room. So I usually tried to wait till the last minute, and get it done fast. Earlier, though, when we were getting dressed for p.e. I happened to look over and see Kelly. Or more specifically, Kelly's boobs. Beautiful full c cups, barely contained by a lacy purple bra. She caught me staring, and gave me the dirtiest look I have ever seen. It was the same one she wore now as she approached me in the now empty classroom.

"Let's get something straight, dyke," she spat at me, eyes narrowing maliciously. "If you ever stare at my tits again, ill have you thrown out of this school on your flat ass." I stared at her, feeling anger boiling in my veins at the slur. I can take a lot of things, that word, used that way, was not one of them.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" I said. Trying to control my rising temper.

"You heard me, I saw you drooling over my tits in the locker room, you disgusting perv." this time she actually spit at me, her saliva landing on my cheek. I wiped it away, speaking very softly to her, in an attempt at control.

"You are going to regret that." she held her hand up to her ear, acting like she didn't hear me.

"What was that, speak up dyke," she mocked. I didn't waste more time on words. This little bitch was about to learn a lesson the hard way. In a move I learned from my cousin at her jujitsu dojo, I grabbed her arm, sweeping her legs from beneath her, and twisting so that she wound up on her front, with me on top of her holding her arm behind her back. (Authors note, I don't know if that's actually a move, I just thought it sounded good.) She struggled under me, but I wasn't about to let her up yet.

I reached into my bag nearby, and pulled out a pair of police issue handcuffs, a gift from the same cousin. She had given them to me when I started walking to and from school, just in case I had to restrain someone whose ass I kicked. Snapping one cuff on her captive wrist, I reached down and pulled her other wrist behind her back. Once the cuffs were secure around both wrists, I stood up, though I kept my foot firmly planted in her back as I did.

"If you scream for help, ill break your arm." I said menacingly. She froze, her curses dying on her tongue as she looked at me. The disgust on her face had been replaced by fear.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Making sure you stick around until I'm done." I replied, pulling up a chair, I sat down after I flipped her over, leaning down to look her in the eyes.

"Now, Kelly, there's a something you should know." I begin, leaning closer, smirking at the girl below me. "Before you go throwing around an offensive term, like 'dyke', you should probably try to find out who it is you're insulting." I take a pause, enjoying the look of confusion, and fear on her face. "For example me," I continue, "My name is Sara, I've competed in jujitsu competitions, I like to read, and I am a lesbian." my words seem to be having the desired effect, as Kelly's face pales, and she attempts to shrink away from me.

"You're... you're not serious," she stammers, her voice trembling.

"Oh, I am," I assure her, smirking again. "Very serious. And let me tell you something else, Kelly, I do not appreciate, my sexuality being tossed around as a slur." I say, allowing a bit of my anger to creep into my voice, staring down at her. "I think that you owe me an apology." I stand up tall, hands on hips, staring down at the pale young woman beneath me.

"I'm... I'm not apologizing to some freak, like you!" She struggles against the cuffs, but it's useless. "You think you're so tough because you're good at some lame martial art. My mom is gonna have you out of this school so fast it'll make your dyke head spin."

"Oh well," I say, shaking my head and shrugging, "I guess some people only know how to learn the hard way, especially the pretty ones." Kelly lets out an angry huff, but remains silent for a change. Swiftly, I reach under her skirt and grab the edge of her panties, pulling them off the stunned girl in one swift motion.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Kelly screamed, her eyes bulging, and her face contorting in a mix of anger and embarrassment, turning a bright scarlet. I shrug at her again, not worried by her anger.

"You'll figure it out in a moment," Kelly continues to struggle, but it only causes her skirt to ride up, adding to her embarrassment.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I crouch down in front of Kelly, looking for the best angle for the photo I want, making sure that her whole face and body are in the frame. She is staring at me, her face almost purple from humiliation, as I lift her skirt, snapping the candid of a lifetime.

Grinning at her, I turn my phone around to show her, watching the nice purple color drain from her face, as she sees, her exposed vagina, and embarrassed expression. Her gaze darts between my face and the photo of her on my phone, as fear and shame well up in her eyes. I look at her, making sure I have her complete attention.

"Now you have a choice to make," I tell her, savoring the moment, enjoying the power I'm holding over her. "I could send this photo to everyone in school. Maybe with a catchy caption like, 'which lips would you rather kiss?' Or..." I pause for effect, watching a look of pure panic cross her face.

"Or?" Kelly asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Or, you can meet me after school, in the library, where you will have another opportunity to apologize to me properly," I finish, my tone as cold and unyielding as I can make it. "And this stays between us," Kelly's face was turning red again, I thought she might protest, or at least cuss at me some more. But then she appeared to think about her situation.

"Fine," she says, through gritted teeth, "I'll be there" I nod at her, allowing a satisfied smile to spread across my face.

"Good choice," I tell her condescendingly, patting her shoulder. She flinched away from my hand. "I'm going to keep the photo... and your panties. Just in case you don't show up."

Kneeling down, I release Kelly from the handcuffs. She stands up, her legs shaking, her hands instinctively trying to hold down her skirt. Without a word, she nearly ran out of the room.

"I'll see you later," I called after her retreating form, putting my cuffs back in my bag. Pulling out my phone, as I walked to my next class, I couldn't help but look at the photo I had taken, though I was careful to keep anyone else in the hall from seeing it. She looked so cute, laying there exposed, her face as red as a tomato, hands cuffed behind her back. With a sigh, I put my phone away and headed into my Advanced Lit class. Wishing the day would go by faster.

That afternoon, I strolled into the library just before the last classes were getting out, having ditched my the end of my last class. Checking that my plan would work, I waited in the shelves, reading some manga I had in my bag, as I waited for Kelly to arrive. Or at least I tried to, Kelly's face kept flashing into my mind, I knew she had never been so humiliated in her life, you could see it in her eyes. She had no idea how to handle this situation, and that was just how I wanted it. I look up as the doors to the library open, and watch as Kelly walks in, and sits at one of the tables. I grin as I sneak up behind her.

"Hey Kelly," I say, maybe a little too loud for the library, but it was worth the glare from the librarian to see Kelly jump nearly out of her chair. "Good, you showed up," I say in a lower voice. "Now follow me," I reach for her arm, but she pulls away,

"why?" she asks, "we can talk right here can't we?" I don't say anything, I just hold my phone up in one hand and hold the other out to her. Her face goes pink, as she glances at my phone, then my proffered hand. I chuckle to myself as she knocks it out of the way and stalks off into the shelves. I take the lead, and she follows me to the back of the library, there are a lot of old carts, and unsorted books, and behind them a small door to an old utility closet. I gesture for Kelly to enter, and follow her in, locking the door behind me as I do. The room is small and cramped, with shelves of cleaning supplies on one wall, and an old sink on the other. A thick layer of dust, shows that it hasn't been used in a while. I look at Kelly our faces only a few feet apart, and cross my arms, leaning my back on the door.

"Now that were alone, let's talk about what happened earlier," I say, doing my best to keep my voice low and menacing, "You owe me an apology Kelly." she scowls at me.

"I'm sorry I called you a dyke, you happy, can I have my panties back now?" she says, clearly hating me with every word. I just raise my eyebrow at her.

"You call that an apology?" I say with a short laugh. "A three-year-old could see you aren't sorry for shit." her face turns a slightly darker shade of pink at my words. "As I thought, the only way you are ever going to truly regret what you did is if you are properly punished." Kelly looks at me warily

"what does that mean?" she asks, looking down, a hint of fear in her voice.

"Take off your shirt." I say flatly. Kelly looks up at me alarmed, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.

"What! Why!?"

"Don't ask questions," I say, keeping my voice level and my attitude casual. "Do as you're told, or I send out the photo." Kelly hesitates for a moment longer, then slowly lifts her shirt up and off over her head, revealing her perfect milk white tits, and that lacy purple bra I saw earlier. "Now turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Kelly glares at me, but does as she's told. I reach into my pocket and pull out my handcuffs, cuffing her hands behind her back once again. With one hand on her shoulder, I turn her to face me. Feeling rather wicked that my plan was going smoothly so far, I say to her,

"There we go, now you're ready for your punishment."

"Ready for it?" she asks confused, "Isn't this it?" I laugh at her

"Not even close"

"Then what is it?" she demands, her face alternating between confusion and fear.

"You'll find out in a second, but first, get on your knees."

"On my..."

"Knees!" I finish for her, "Yes girl, hurry up, I haven't got all day." Kelly looks if anything even more confused, but obeys, struggling to kneel without using her hands. I just lean back, watching her chest jiggle, every time she moves.

"Now then," I tell her, "I'm gonna give you one chance to prove to me that you are truly sorry for using gay slurs."

"How?" she asks. I look down into her eyes, not breaking eye contact, I slowly undo the belt of my jeans. She swallows hard, her eyes staring with horror, as I unbutton, and pull down my pants, revealing my own, black cotton panties. Kelly looks up at me, pure terror on her face. She starts to slowly shake her head.

"Please..."she whispers, "don't make me do this." I just look cooly down on her and pull down my panties, revealing my glistening pink slit." Your choice, Kelly," I say, keeping my voice low, and dangerous. "Lick my pussy... or the whole school sees yours." I wouldn't have actually done it, but she didn't need to know that. Kelly shakes her head, tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I can't," she whispers. Seeing her like this, guilt nearly won out. I was over my anger at the slur, and she had clearly learned her lesson. But my desire had hold of the reigns. I pulled out my phone, pulling up the photo, and showing it to Kelly.

"If that's what you want..."

"No! Please don't." she says, her voice breaking slightly on the last word.

"You know what to do to stop me." Kelly looked up at me, her eyes filled with desperation, trying to find any alternative. I swallow hard, I do my best to hide it, but my heart is pounding in my chest. My new sadistic streak, both thrilling and terrifying me, my desire firmly in the driver's seat, I start to count down. "5...4...3...2..." just as I'm about to say one

"Ok..."her whisper is barely audible in the still room. I'm glad she isn't looking at me because, I'm sure that, my eyes are huge with shock as I watch her. She closes her eyes, for a moment taking a deep breath, then opening her eyes, she slowly leans forward, her tongue coming out of her mouth. I lean my pelvis forward as well, closing the distance. She leans forward one final inch, and gently touches her tongue to my pussy lips, tasting the sweet nectar leaking from their folds. I gasp, the place where her tongue touched sending bolts of pleasure through my body.

The combination of power, and success, coupled with the physical stimulation nearly made me cum then and there. I held on though, staring down at her soft form, as she began to gently lick my pussy, her soft pink tongue darting in and out of my folds.

"That's it..." I whisper, allowing myself to enjoy the sensation of this gorgeous young woman, eating me out. Suddenly, another wicked idea, pops into my head. Looking down at her, I raise the phone. "Kelly, look at me." as she raises her eyes to mine, her tongue still buried in my pussy, as I take another photo.

"Smile," I tell her, holding her head in place. She glares at me, before obeying, fake smiling for another photo, with her tongue resting on my clit. "Good girl. Now all you have to do is make me cum. Do that, and ill forgive you." I see her look down for a second, then she pushes forward, licking faster. I grab a shelf to steady myself, she clearly is trying to get done quickly. That's fine with me, my sadistic side is now finally shoved away by my desire to cum.

I grab her head in both hands, holding her face close, as her tongue probes my pussy, my breath coming in short gasps.

"that's it." I moan, "right there" I'm on the brink of orgasm. Suddenly, as her tongue lands on my clit once more, I feel a warm rush of heat, emanating out from my core, to fill my body. I'm pushing her face hard into my cunt, as an orgasm, stronger than any I've ever had before, washes over me. It's so intense I can feel my body shaking, "Fuck yes..." I moan, leaning against the door, releasing my grip on Kelly head. She sits back, panting. Staring at me. Through my half closed eyes, I see a look of satisfaction flash across her face. My god, the little slut enjoyed it! Or at least she is enjoying my reaction.

We take a few minutes to recover, looking around, I grab some paper towels off a rack and use them to clean myself and Kelly face. She didn't pull away, in fact she was strangely silent, now that her ordeal was reaching its end. Standing, I pull up my pants, taking the time to make myself presentable. Looking down at Kelly, her eyes glaring at me again, I smile at her.

"Good girl." I say, letting a hint of sarcasm into my tone. "You're forgiven, but for your sake, don't let me catch you using that word again." Kelly nods,

"I'm sorry," this time there is no trace of malice or condescension in her voice. I look down at her, my sadistic mind, and my kind one, coming to the same idea, albeit for different reasons. I kneel down, and she starts to turn her cuffed hands toward me, but I place my hand on her shoulder. Her eyes meet mine, and I smile at her, pushing gently so that she sits back, her knees bent. Looking at her bare pussy, I grin, either she wet herself from fear, or she is wetter then i was.

"You were such a good girl, I think I'll return the favor," I whisper, licking my lips. Leaning down, I inhale the scent of her womanhood, savoring it. I look up, my eyes meeting hers. I can see the conflict there, her fear, anger, and arousal fighting within her eyes. "If you want me too." I say. Locking my eyes with hers. "Do you want me to?" her eyes wide as saucers, tears at the corners of them, she cannot speak, but I see her head bob slowly, just once.

I lean down, allowing my lips to brush the edge of her pussy's lips, I pause, letting the anticipation build for a moment. Then, gently, I extend my tongue, tasting her sweetness as I explore every inch of her moist pussy. Kelly gasps, her back arching, as she instinctively pushes herself towards me.

"Mmm" I moan, my tongue dancing through her folds, "you taste so good." I continue to lap at her pussy, using my fingers to trace circles around her clit. Kelly gasps, again, her hips bucking against my face so much I have to use both hands to hold her still.

"Please,"she whispers, her voice hoarse with need.

"Please what?" I grin, drawing out the moment, my sadistic streak wanting to get in one more jab. "Use your words, like a big girl." I feel her body trembling beneath my hands, her need overwhelming everything else.

"Please,"she whimpers, pleading into the dark room, "Please make me cum." I waste no more time, I dive back into her waiting pussy, my tongue moving quickly as I lap at her sensitive clit. My tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Kelly's cries become louder, her hips moving frantically, it's all I can do to hold her still and keep up my assault on her gushing womanhood. In the back of my mind, I can't help but worry, if she might be heard in the library. I continue my work on her pussy, bringing her closer, and closer to the edge when finally. With one last flick of my tongue against her clit, Kelly explodes into a powerful orgasm. Her body shuddering as she starts to scream out in pleasure. Worried about the sound, I quickly bring my mouth to hers, muffling her, and shocking us both in the same move.

We both lean back, breathing heavily. I study Kelly, taking in her disheveled form.

"I don't think you'll be using gay slurs anymore" I quip, standing up and brushing dust from my pants. Looking down at her, I can't resist one last picture for my collection, she looked so hot, sitting on the floor, her legs spread wide open, staring up at me. I reach down and undo the handcuffs, helping her to her feet. I put my handcuffs back in my pocket, taking out her panties and handing them to her. She takes them, rubbing her wrists, her face flushed with a mix of shame, and embarrassment.

"I won't use that word again," she says, "I promise."

"If you do..." I say, shrugging my shoulders, a smirk dancing on my lips, "you know what will happen... unless that's what you want." I exit the closet, before she can answer. Walking out of the library, I can't help grinning broadly to myself. My guilt forgotten, I could feel it in my bones, and in my other regions, this is going to be an interesting year.