Thread: Robert's Rules (Potatolord and skittish_butterfly)

Eve was almost shaking with the effort of not crying in front of Mark. How could he treat her as badly as the rest, as badly as Mr. Robert? She wasn't his white knight. There was no white knight, no one to save her from her humiliation. The whole class just seemed to be going along with what the cruel teacher demanded, happily laughing at her or telling on her or doing whatever he wanted, as if they really wanted this too. It didn't make sense. Maybe everyone didn't love her, but she wasn't a loser on the fringes of the crowd, so how could she fall this far so fast? And Mark was as bad as them all. He even stopped to sort of fondle her openly in front of everybody else, like he was just doing it to show he could. Oh how Eve wished she could enjoy his touch, but it was nothing like she had dreamed of. And when he reached her sleeve and she felt the disgusting damp fabric between his hand and her bare skin, she could see his reaction right away. She cringed as he slapped her and yelped in pain. Her eyes were wide with horror as the one she'd dreamed of and hoped for called her a dirty whore in front of everybody. And she had to just kneel there and take it. Button after button, he opened her blouse and pulled it away slowly, like it was a strip tease only he was the one stripping her. She watched with longing as he tossed her blouse far away, where Hoskins stomped on it and then kicked it toward the garbage can, like she would never see it again. She looked at Mark but he just pointed at the geek, like he was as eager to see her humbled in front of the class loser as everyone else. She moaned and dropped down on all fours again, the leash dangling from her collar as she crawled around the back of the class and then up the side to where the geek sat. Well, he wasn't sitting, he was standing eagerly waiting for her to arrive. He lifted his leg up and was calling her doggie like Mr. Robert telling her to smell his feet the way dogs do. Even frowned at him, wanted to call him an idiot, tell him off, that there was no way she was doing that. But she saw Mr. Robert behind the geek look up suddenly, with a sick smile on his face, like he was pleased with the geek. Mr. Robert made sure everyone knew she actually had to do what the stupid geek wanted, even worse had to suck on the toes of his filthy shoe. Eve could feel her mascara dripping again as she stared up at the loser from all fours on the floor. I am not a dog, you stupid jerk, she thought. But she was in enough trouble so she just glared at him. He was still holding his leg up, his foot near her face, smirking like crazy. She closed her eyes and leaned forward and made a fake sniffing motion -- no way she was really smelling that thing. Everyone laughed immediately and her face burned even redder if that was possible. Then she realized her fake sniff was pointless, since the skinny four eyes was still waiting insisting pointing to the toe of his shoe, like he wouldn't accept anything less than her complete downfall. She started to whimper please, no as softly as she could to him, but the way he started to turn, like he was going to rat her out, she shut up immediately and brought her lips to his filthy old high tops. It was gross and not easy but she wrapped her mouth around the toe. She could feel his toes wiggling under the canvas, like he wanted to make sure she knew how disgusting what she was doing was. She knew. She sucked, wet little mouthfuls of dust and grime and she just wanted to die, to disappear and be forgotten as if she never existed and this never happened to her. Finally he was happy, like her whole life now depended on waiting for the approval of a cruel teacher of miserable creepy loser of a student or anybody else who could reach her leash. He cut her bra away in an instant, exposing her breasts. She hunched her shoulders and drew up her arms to cover herself but it was pointless as he just started stripping off her skirt, working to make her so naked she couldn't possibly hide herself from all the probing eyes in the class. All that was left were her panties and heels, the panties still itching and vibrating a little, keeping her disturbingly warm and jumpy in her soft parts. The geek saw it and immediately started talking to her like a naughty child caught doing something bad -- it wasn't her! she hadn't done this at all, it was all Mr. Robert, but the geek just mocked her and made sure the class knew,saying she had been playing with herself when it wasn't even true. He pulled them down over her hips, leaving her naked. She was itching and twitching still even with the panties gone, as if a part of her embarrassingly still remembered the buzzing and missed it. It made the geek laugh to see the little movements of her hips continuing. He stuffed them in her mouth, making her taste her own disgusting reaction to the humiliation, feeling them vibrate still against her lips. Now she really couldnt' talk at all, with the panties gagging her mouth. There was a lick on her ear and the geek's vile whisper, letting her know she was about to get spanked. He pulled her leash, like he was the owner and she was the stubborn dog, which she was now. She crawled across the floor, completely naked, collared and leashed with her panties in her mouth, and she could only fear things would get even worse. She kept her eyes down as the geek led her with a proud upward tug. Her hands and bare knees shuffled along the hard floor, until she started up the next row. Please, she begged with her mind, don't do this. She shook her head no, over and over, the panties keeping her from actually begging, tears dripping from her nose as she tensed to be spanked.