Chapter 19: Wednesday's Excitement

Before Paul could answer, the bus came and the three of them got on. The girls went first and Paul followed. Since the girls were naked, they got some friendly pats as they walked down the aisle but Paul didn't interfere this time. No one was hurting them and it was just friendliness.

They sat down with Paul across the aisle. There was a girl sitting next to him, fully dressed, who looked at the naked girls with open astonishment and curiosity.

Paul turned his attention to his two slaves. "As far as I know, we don't have anything special in school other than the usual classes. But I imagine that Betty will want to have a little fun." He grinned at her. "Just remember that I am in charge."

"Yes, Master," said both girls at the same time.

Paul turned back to the girl sitting next to him. "I don't recognize you," he said. "Are you new?"

"Yes," she replied. "We just moved here. I'm Marsha Mason."

"Paul Harding. I'm glad to meet you." He held out his hand but when she reached to shake it, he reached over and squeezed her breast.

She shrieked in outrage and slapped him. Then she called out to the bus driver, "He touched me!"

The driver looked back in his mirror and said, "Tell it to the principal when we get to school."

Paul didn't know if what he did was OK or not. He had just grown accustomed to treating girls in this manner. He wondered what Mr. Burns would say.

Meanwhile, Betty and Jennifer had started to talk.

"You know what Betty? You think the girl would have noticed something was up when she saw the two of us."

Betty tried to keep from laughing. "I guess some people are as thick-headed as you." Betty knocked on Jennifer's head.

"Hey, don't do that!" Jennifer didn't like being made fun of, even if it was in a fun manner.

"Or what? Remember who is in charge here. And you do NOT call me Betty for the day. To you I am Mistress, understand?"

Jennifer looked toward the floor. "Yes Ma'am ... Sergeant Hardass."

Betty just took the insult in stride. "I'll deal with you soon enough."

Jennifer and Betty continued back and forth until the bus came a halt in front of the school.

When the trio got off the bus, Marsha went running up to Mr. Burns who was standing at the door, waiting for everyone to arrive. "Principal Burns," she said excitedly. Remember me? I'm Marsha Mason. You met me with my parents when you interviewed us."

"Yes, dear, I remember. Welcome to Fairless Hills. This is your first day, isn't it?"

"Yes and it's been awful." Her lip trembled. "That boy," she pointed at Paul, "touched me," she said with a sense of horror.

"He did? Where?"

"On my br-br-breast." Marsha was ready to cry.

"I see. Well I think you and Paul had better come with me."

Marsha shot Paul a triumphant look. Now he was going to get it, she thought.

Paul followed the principal and Marsha with his two naked companions in a small parade into the school, down the hall and to the principal's office.

As they went in, they could hear a voice say, "Oh good Master, I wanted to tell you..." Then it cut off as Marilyn Ternsley, dressed only in stockings, high heels and a garter belt realized he was not alone.

Sidney Burns gave her a look that promised more later. "You are to call me Mr. Burns, here, Marilyn.

"Yes sir, your slave is sorry."

Marsha acted like she couldn't believe her ears. Your slave? She thought. She decided to ignore it. "Mr. Burns, I want to press charges."

"Just a moment, Marsha. Let me hear from Paul. What happened, Paul?"

"Well sir, I did feel her. She reached out to shake hands and I just gave in to temptation."

"I see. Well done, son."

Marsha's jaw dropped. Well done? Your slave? Naked students? What kind of lunatic asylum were they running here? "Principal Burns, this is outrageous. If you won't do anything, I am calling the police."

"Young lady, first of all, Paul did nothing at all wrong. The laws you are referring to are long since gone here. The police will laugh at you. Furthermore, you are in this school for a reason. I have discussed this with your parents and you may call them right now to confirm." He handed her a phone.

She called home and started to complain but before she got more than a few words out, she stopped. There was a quiet pause of a few minutes as she listened to her mother and father and then she put the phone down in shock.

"I see you were told to do whatever I tell you."

The girl looked at him in stunned shock.

"Paul was within his rights to be friendly. Now you are going to give him the opportunity to finish. Remove your clothing, this instant." The principal looked at her and waited.

Meanwhile, Jennifer was rapt. She had just been though this herself and knew what the poor girl was going through. So did Betty. But both girls also knew the joy that awaited her at the end of this journey. Betty reached out and took Jennifer's hand and squeezed it. Jennifer started to pull away and for just an instant realized that whatever was there between them, they were sisters now. She squeezed back and patted Betty's shoulder.

Marsha very slowly began to removed her blouse. "Do I HAVE to?" she whined.

"Yes you do," said Mr. Burns.

She took off the blouse and then removed her skirt, standing there in just her bra, panties, pantyhose, socks and shoes.

"Go on," said Mr. Burns.

She took a breath and then started to take off her shoes and socks. Then came her pantyhose. Standing in just her bra and panties she stopped. "Please don't make me take this off too. I'll be all naked."

Betty stepped in. "It will be OK. Really."

Marsha looked at her. "I am not a whore," she said.

Betty looked like she'd been slapped.

Mr. Burns stepped in. "Don't worry about it Betty. She is new. Give her a chance." Turning back to the girl, he said, "I suggest you watch your mouth, young lady. That remark is going to cost you more than you think. Now take the rest of that off or I will for you."

Marsha reached back and unhooked her bra. She had large, firm breasts. Not as big as Betty's but very nice. Both Mr. Burns and Paul were staring avidly. Marsha blushed bright red. She immediately covered them with her hands.

Mr. Burns sighed. "Take off your panties," he ordered.

She put her hands down and drew down her panties and stepped out of them, now totally naked.

"Alright Paul," said Mr. Burns. You go ahead and feel anything you'd like."

Marsha gasped and tried to cover herself.

Mr. Burns said, "Betty, Jennifer, please hold her arms for me."

The two girls stepped forward eagerly to each grab an arm.

Paul then walked up to the restrained girl and began to fondle her quite freely.

Jennifer held tightly to one arm and Betty did as well with the other. Betty could tell what she was going to try to do. She slammed her foot down on Marsha's. She leaned her head over near Marsha's ear. "Don't even consider trying to hurt my Master. Then you would have the two of us to deal with." She meant every word and Marsha could tell. She was frozen with fear.

Jennifer then twisted Marsha's arm behind her back to keep her from moving while Paul had his pleasure with her. Between Jennifer and Betty, there was no way Marsha was going to get away with anything they didn't approve of.

Marsha felt all sorts of pain flowing through her. Her foot was pounding and her arm hurt. Paul's hands embarrassed her without limit. Tears started to stream down her face and Paul stopped touching her.

"Thank you Mr. Burns. That's enough," said Paul as he stopped.

"You can let her go, girls," said the principal.

Jennifer and Betty let the girl go.

Marsha just rubbed her sore shoulder.

Marilyn stepped over and put her arms around Marsha. "Take it easy. We will get you a boy to look after you."

"Thank you for your help, Paul. You and your girls can go on to class now."

The three of them turned and went on out of the office.

Mr. Burns told Marilyn, "Why don't you look after her and I will check my list and get someone to take care of her. And after she goes, we will deal with you."

The teacher looked at her owner with a mix of dread and anticipation.

Paul led Betty and Jennifer to their first class of the day. "I appreciate your help this morning," he told them. "Both of you get a kiss." Paul stopped just outside the classroom and took Betty in his arms for a deep and passionate kiss. She threw her arms around him and kissed him back, pressing up against him.

Letting Betty go, he took Jennifer in his arms. She also kissed him passionately, trying to outdo Betty. Betty watched and then said, "That's long enough, Jen."

Paul let Jen go and then smiled at Betty. "Keeping a close rein on her, huh Betty?"

"Yes, Master." The girls glared at each other.

The classes went pretty much as expected. Then it was time for physical education. Paul changed into his gym uniform and the girls eagerly helped. The new rules required a co-ed locker room so they kept their eyes open, watching the other boys change too.

The only thing Betty and Jennifer were required to put on were gym shoes, and that was just for safety reasons. After Paul was dressed and they each had a good pair of shoes on, Paul lead the other two into the main gym for the warm up. Betty had an evil smirk on her face and Jennifer couldn't figure out why.

When Jennifer started to sit down in line, Betty put her hand out. "Not so fast. You know the instructor always asks for someone to demonstrate each stretch and today YOU will be volunteering."

Jennifer just froze. She looked at Paul and knew she couldn't argue. "Yes, Mistress." Jennifer walked to the front of the class and sat down in front of everyone. The way she was sitting, the class was facing her and she was facing them. She just wondered what Betty would have planned for her for the rest of the day.

Paul was actually wondering the same thing. Betty was taking to her new role like a duck to water and Paul was getting a tremendous kick out of it. He wouldn't ever let Jennifer actually be hurt and besides, tomorrow she would be in charge again. He thought that with a few reversals like this, they would learn to respect each other, never knowing when the other would have the upper hand. But he would enjoy watching Betty get her licks in.

Mr. Bizby, the gym teacher, was getting the class ready. Although Jennifer was in front, most of the girls were naked. "Now that so many of you are going bare," he explained, "it is going to be more important than ever that you have a healthy, well-toned body. We always start with stretching. Jennifer, would you care to demonstrate for the class the proper way to stretch?"

Jennifer began to stretch out her lithe, well-toned body. She was always embarrassed about being the center of attention. Then she caught Paul looking and smiled. She started to gracefully entice him with her movements. She saw him get increasingly engrossed in what she was doing and felt really good.

Meanwhile, Betty saw it too and was jealous. This wasn't at all what she had in mind.

Betty didn't know what to do to get his eyes on her and off of Jennifer. She had done this to herself and now she was going to have to deal with it. She had a lot to learn and little time to learn it in. She watched Jennifer, taking in all she did so she could one day try and use it herself.

Jennifer ignored all the attention she was getting except for that from Paul. She was now just doing her stretching for Paul, almost ignoring the teacher. She hadn't heard her name called. Soon she felt a swift smack on her bottom and she snapped out of her narrow view and looked at the teacher. "Yes, sir?"

"You seemed fascinated with something. Normally I would make you share it with the class but I'm not sure I even want to know. Now stand up and line up against the wall. Today I have decided to mix it up. Instead of making all of you run, we are going to have a nice game of dodge ball. Only thing is, the losing team will feel more than just the shame of defeat."

Mr. Bizby smiled, he liked what was coming next. "The winning team gets to spank the losing team, the female members that is. The males will get to spank one girl of their choosing and then I will get to spank the worst player on the field regardless of which team they were on.

"Now, as for team captains, Paul you will be the captain of team A. Now who wants to be captain of team B?"

A handsome, athletic boy named Jeff put up his hand. "I will Mr. Bizby." Helen, his girl, stood next to him with shining eyes, admiring her Master.

"That's good. Choose your team, gentlemen. Guys, your girls will automatically be on the other team. If the numbers are uneven, I will move some girls back at random."

The two captains chose the players they wanted. Finally they were ready. They began to play, taking turns throwing and dodging the ball. The girls were, of course, the favorite targets but the boys got their share too, especially when the girls were throwing. Finally Team A was judged the winner.

"Just to be fair," said Mr. Bizby, "the boys cannot spank their own slaves. Each of you will pick a different girl to spank. Paul, you go first."

Both Jennifer and Betty were watching closely to see who Paul picked.

Jennifer wondered who would be judged as the worst player and would get spanked by the teacher himself, but that was going to be the grand finale. Right now, all she could think about was who the lucky girl on the other team would be who Paul got a hold of. Jennifer sat back on her heels and waited.

Betty was much more anxious, she hadn't done so well in that game. She was never very good at sports. She wanted to know who Paul was going to pick so she waited and prayed it would not be her name called by the teacher.

Paul looked over the girls on the other team. This was such a thrill for him. "I'll take Josie," he said, indicating a very pretty girl with long blonde hair. The girl blushed and walked over to him. Betty looked at her with a poisonous glare. Josie smiled at Paul and submissively went over his lap.

Meanwhile, other boys on the team were picking the girls they wanted to spank. When one tried to pick Betty, the teacher stopped him. "I'll be dealing with Betty, myself," said Mr. Bizby. "She didn't play well at all. I am going to make an example of her."

Jennifer looked at Josie and felt a bit of envy for her; she wanted to be in her place. Then, as Betty took a step forward, an evil grin spread across her face. "Mr. Bizby, I know one player who did worse than me but she will never admit it." Betty knew it was a lie but Jennifer couldn't say so.

"Jennifer, wouldn't you agree I did better than you?"

Jennifer glared at Betty then took a deep breath. "Yes, sir, Betty is right."

Mr. Bizby was taken aback. "Well then, I think that I will have to deal with this in a special way." He gave the girls a penetrating look. "I think it's only proper for me to spank BOTH of you." Betty gave Jennifer a triumphant look. Then the gym teacher went on, "And in addition, I think it would also be proper for each of you to give the other a sound spanking also."

Betty looked horrified and it was Jennifer's turn to smile. It would be worth it.

Most of the boys already had their chosen girls positioned for the spanking and Mr. Bizby told them to begin. There was a chorus of slaps and high pitched shrieks of pain as the exercise began. Josie started to immediately kick and squirm vigorously under Paul's punishing palm.

Betty and Jennifer looked at each other and the teacher and waited for his instructions.

Mr. Bizby motioned for Betty first. "Since I noticed you first, I will give you the first spanking." He then turned his attention to Jennifer. "Now, I want you to sit right there on the floor with your legs spread apart while I spank her. A little more over so Betty can see you too."

Jennifer felt the color leave her face; she didn't want to but she did it anyway.

Betty smirked at Jennifer from her position over the teacher's lap, enjoying the humiliation Jennifer was feeling at being so exposed. She eyed the other girl, seeing that she was already moist from her entertainment of Paul.