Oh God! Noooooooo! Immediately she knew she'd made a terrible mistake. If she'd felt nervous before the evening had started it was nothing compared to the way she felt now. Anxiety poured from her, as stuttering out an apology she helped the trembling lad back to his feet. His eyes were brimming with tears and emblazoned on his cheek was a bright red handprint.



Simon Barrow was not impressed. She realised how angry he was simply by the tension in his voice. He wasn't shouting but was obviously barely able to control what he was saying. His face was white. Feeling dreadfully nervous she didn't manage to catch much of what he actually said. But when she heard her name and the words "sued" and "responsible" in the same sentence she quickly picked up the general tone! She hadn't really experienced a good "telling off" since she was small but it still surprised her, how in the face of his anger, all of the old feelings returned. She felt like a naughty little girl. By the time he'd finished she wanted to burst into tears. Then she was left alone in the corridor whilst he went and spoke to the boys.



Five minutes later when the door opened she was still shaking like a leaf. What was going to happen? What would he do to her? She felt sick with worry.

"Well you're a very lucky girl," he said brightly, "your classmates have agreed to forget all about what just happened so long as you behave yourself for the rest of the evening." He was smiling once more. Lisa didn't like the look on his face one little bit.

"Obviously I'll be discussing your actions with the staff tomorrow afternoon. I'm sure they'll have some interesting ideas regarding a suitable punishment for you." He laughed. Lisa swallowed hard as this fresh seed of unease was sown in her mind. Her last day was beginning to sound very frightening indeed.

"As for tonight.," he paused, a wry grin crossing his features, "you're going to do exactly as the boys tell you. Do you understand?" Lisa nodded worriedly.

"But first we'll need to make a little adjustment to your outfit."



The rope was tight. She'd been made to cross her arms behind her back and grasp her forearms before they'd been securely tied in place. Pulling hard Fiona Cole managed to buckle the leather strap that was looped around Lisa's elbows and then spun her around so they could both inspect her handiwork. Besides making Lisa totally helpless the strap also pulled her shoulders back and forced her to stick her chest out. Her breasts, pushing against the shirt, were threatening to burst the already straining buttons.

"Right you little tart," purred the younger woman as she ran her hands over the bulging shirt front, "we'd better not hear a peep out of you over the next two hours or I'll personally take the skin off that fat arse of yours." Lisa gasped and bit her lip as Miss Cole suddenly squeezed hard. Simon Barrow smiled broadly at their captives' scarlet and obviously very perturbed expression.

"And remember young lady you'll do exactly as you're told. You'd better hope your classmates are in a benevolent mood but somehow I don't think they will be." With that he pushed her roughly across the corridor and into the Prefects common room once more. As he left he pulled the door shut.



This time the boys' stared in a very different way. They no longer made any effort to hide their excitement or indeed their interest. They looked at her hungrily knowing that the upper hand was now theirs. Having just been told that they could basically do anything they wanted within reason, to the helpless woman in front of them, the dynamics of the relationship had changed dramatically. They were going to do things to her and she wasn't going to be able to stop them. Their anticipation was almost tangible. The looks they gave her were tinged with confidence and the certain knowledge that she was now their plaything. Lisa swallowed noisily as she stood shaking and blushing in front of them. The way they were blatantly looking at her jutting boobs and the bulge of her pussy was horribly humiliating.



As they pushed her unceremoniously across the room she stumbled unsteadily. Having her arms locked behind her back was doing strange things to her sense of balance. She found herself standing in the centre of a circle of easy chairs. The boys sat down and all began laughing and talking at once. An angry red handprint blazed on the cheek of the boy she'd slapped. He grinned at her and the others fell silent as he spoke.

"You turn around little bitch for me," he said. Knowing she had to do exactly as she was told she blinked away the tears of shame that were already threatening to run down her face and turned self-consciously on the spot.

"You are a fat bottomed girl yes?" Lisa stared at the carpet her heart beating wildly in her chest.

"Dance for me now." The arrogance in his voice made Lisa's face burn. Trying her best not to look at them she started to twist and wriggle her hips. It was absolutely dreadful having to do it in front of them but she had no choice. Surrendering what little dignity she had left she rolled her bottom from side to side and turned in a circle. The boys began to chatter amongst themselves as they watched and each time she glanced up their laughing eyes burned into hers.



Lisa's stomach suddenly lurched when she heard his next instruction. The boy told her to stop doing her "dance" and bend over in front of him. She jerked and gasped as he confidently cupped her bum with both hands.

"Get down little bitch," he said, squeezing the soft flesh. Reluctantly she bent further, carefully keeping her legs pressed tightly together. His hands roamed freely, lifting and parting the full cheeks of her bottom as he commented enthusiastically to his jeering classmates.

"Now your legs open." Panting hard, she felt as if her heart was about to burst from her chest. It was just so embarrassing but slowly she did as she was told. They could all see the bulge of her pussy now, she knew that. She squeaked in dismay as his youthful fingers ran along its' central lace-covered crease.

"Wet," he said, much to the amusement of his increasingly noisy audience. There was lots of laughter.

"Now you show fat bottom to others."



It was truly terrible. Face blushing furiously Lisa had to turn and bend for each of them in turn. They ran their hands up underneath the back of the tiny skirt feeling her bum and running their fingers along the valley between her cheeks. She felt hot and dizzy and sick. What would she have to do next? She didn't have to wait long to find out. Carlo, the boy she'd slapped, stood up, indicating that she should do the same.

"You are sorry but now you dance with me." He calmly took hold of her hips and pulled her towards him. Although he was at least ten years her junior he was equal in height. When he held her tightly and began to dance she could feel his excitement digging into her belly. With her arms tightly bound behind her back she was helpless as he started to freely run his hands all over her. She closed her eyes, praying that a hole would open in the floor and swallow her up. She felt his fingers begin to pluck at the buttons of her shirt as his companions brayed their encouragement.



After he'd undone the first button the rest yielded to the pressure they were experiencing and sprang open. Much to Lisa's embarrassment her breasts jiggled free, their sensitive tips pointing in all directions. He took hold of each side of the shirt, jerked it open and then pushed it down over the tops of her shoulders. It stayed there leaving her thrusting boobs totally uncovered and pointing provocatively towards her tormentor. His hands immediately began to cup and mould the firm heavy globes. Lisa gasped with shame and discomfort when he pulled at her hard nipples. Next he undid the skirt and slid it down her legs. Unresisting she felt him begin to pull the little G-string away from her pussy and then she was horribly naked and totally helpless in front of them all. Much to her horror her already moist pussy began to throb insistently and ooze fluid. Humiliation surged through her as they once again stared at her smooth shaven mound.