Thread: Robert's Rules (Potatolord and skittish_butterfly)

Eve only wanted to stare at the floor, ignore it all, but the geek's feet in her view stopped her crawling and he tugged up on the leash making her lift her eyes to look in his big glasses. She practically spit the horrible panties into his hands, her relief tempered only by the shiver of fear at the way the stupid geek talked about taking them out of her mouth so he could hear her screams. This was mad. It was crazy. It couldn't be happening! Not to her at least. Jennifer, or Marta or Brenda she could understand. Girls like that probably deserved something like this, but not her. Whether she deserved it or not the geek straightened up and the next pull on the leash, jerking her by the neck, pulled her forward and Eve was forced to crawl forward to the first desk. Eve didn't need to look up to know it was Jennifer's desk. She could tell just from the girl's over-priced shoes, and of course she knew perfectly well where the girl sat. Nor did Eve have to look to know the way the girl was staring down at her. Eve shivered, certain the girl's eyes were looking over her naked back and her bottom, and the demeaning way the biggest loser in class was leading her around like a dog on a leash. She just stayed down on all fours, trying to make it all end as quickly as possible. There was the caress, the girl's hand on Eve's bare bottom, where it should have been Mark's hand touching her. Then the warning, the words cutting deep, calling her whore -- takes one to know one, right? But she didn't even finish that thought before there was a loud smack and a gasp from the kids, the slapping sting on her bottom making Eve shriek in pain and jerk against the leash. She wanted to look up at Jennifer, to scream at her how much it hurt, to slap her or smack her ugly face until she was crying too, but the geek was already jerking her down the row. GeekBoy stopped Eve again almost immediately, at a football player's desk, some meathead whose name she couldn't remember and didn't even really care about. He didn't bother wasting any of his few brain cells trying to say anything to Eve. He just hit her, really hard, his hand as meaty as his brain. It rocked Eve forward and she felt like she could feel the shape of his hand still burning and stinging on her bottom as the geek with her leash already started dragging her to the next desk, and the next and the next. There was no time to rest, no time to feel sorry for herself except when she was crawling behind him staring at his shoes and the filthy floor her hands and knees were shuffling across. There was no time to console herself or let the pain of the last smack fade before the next came in. At first it really bothered Eve, knowing each and every one of the kids who was hitting her, recognizing their shoes or their pants legs or the purse hanging from the back of their chairs as they spanked her so cruelly. But as the pain grew and she felt like she was just sobbing continuously as she crawled to the next student and the next for her next beating, Eve found it harder and harder to keep the little mental list of all the kids she hated now more than before, all the kids she wanted to get back at. They were all cruel, every one of them. Even the one's she'd been certain she had totally cowed and under her thumb had the nerve to smack her, hard as the rest. She couldn't take any more as he brought her around the end of one of the middle rows and ready for the long gauntlet back to the front, maybe what seemed to her like 20 or 25 glowing red hand prints blazing away with furious pain on her backside, even though it was sadly so much less than that really. Eve was moaning, whimpering wordless pleas, how she hurt, like a dog whimpering in fear and pulling back on the leash but the skinny geek was stronger than he looked, almost dragging her. Or maybe the leash just never gave her a chance even against his weak arms, her neck no match for his arm strength. That was when Mr. Robert stopped the whole thing. His offer disgusted her. Collect their spit? Ugghhh. She moaned, looking up at the geek and regretting it immediately from the gleeful way he looked down at her miserable experession. But she couldn't take it anymore, the cruel smacks were adding up, one on top of the next. Eve couldn't take anymore, but there was no way she was choosing to drink the kids' spit either. She thought until there was a really impatient noise from Mr. Robert and then the geek jerked on her leash making her choke, like he was somehow the teacher's right hand man now. Eve hated him so much. She had an idea then, desperate to stop the spanks, to at least buy herself some time to rest before she had to get hit again, so she could take it, assuming Mr. Robert even cared at that point. She could agree to collect the spit, but when the collecting was done, if he really meant her to drink it, she could volunteer for the rest of her spankings then, but at least she would have some of her strength back. And maybe somehow things would work out better, who could tell, but Eve knew for sure her body would just fall apart if any of the rest of them hit her again right now. Eve started to open her mouth to answer she would take the bowl but the geek jerked her leash the moment a sound came from her, like he was reminding her dog's don't talk. She glared at him but she just pointed at the bowl, her face bright red with equal parts shame and anger. She started trying to crawl to Mr. Robert, pretty sure if she wasn't allowed to talk she wasn't allowed to walk, and the Geek made sure to keep the tension on her leash all the way up to his desk, making sure she wouldn't forget he was in control of her. She wouldn't forget.