"Ah’m sure ah can," Gardner answered, getting to his feet.

"Is there anything I can do," Peabody asked hopefully.

Grossman shook his head.

"I’m afraid I need you out here," he answered. "You have to hold my calls andkeep people out of the office for the next little while. Later though…"

He smiled promised much as he closed the door.

Ms. Peabody shivered and reached one hand down to massage her pussy as sheimagined what was going on in the office.

Gardner didn’t have to imagine any more.

The blonde slut (as he thought of her) was lying across the oak desk, graspingonto a couple of drawer handles as if her life depended upon it. The janitorwas somewhat surprised to see that she was not tied down in any way, but saidnothing. Grossman knew what he was doing.

Her jeans and panties were down around her ankles, and her tight teenage asswas beet red from the spanking the principal had been administering to her forthe last half hour or so.

"Harold," Grossman said, puffing slightly from his exertions. "Stacy here wasjust saying how much she fancied sucking on a black cock while I spanked her."He brought his hand down sharply on the teenager’s quivering ass.

"Isn’t that right Miss Richards?"

Stacy flinched and squirmed when he hit her, but her hands remained tightaround the door handles.

"Y-yes sir," she answered, gritting her teeth against the pain. "I’m afraid Im-might make too much noise while… while being spanked…"

"And…"

Stacy groaned with humiliation.

"S-sir…" This was addressed to the janitor. "Would you put your cock in mymouth please? If I have a c-cock to suck on… I won’t make so much n-noise."

The blonde teenager squirmed on the desk as Grossman fondled her beet red ass.

"Well Harold," the principal asked. "Will you help her out?"

Gardner, his cock already straining against his overalls, quickly agreed. In aflash, he was seated behind Grossman’s desk, pulling out his large, black cockand feeding it to the crying teenager as bent over in the desk in front of him.She gagged, but soon accommodated it in her mouth.

"Suck it, bitch," he ordered, cuffing her on the side of the face. Obediently,she began to bob her head up and down. Hands still firmly gripping the drawerhandles, she began to slurp hungrily at his cock. She was good.

"Feels good, you little cocksucker," he complimented her. "You’ve sucked plentyof cock before."

Stacy groaned in humiliation as she slid her mouth up and down on his cock, butdidn’t pull away.

She just kept sucking.

Even when Grossman continued the spanking, this time using a wooden yardstick,whacking away at her ass until it was bruised red and blue. Even when Gardnerquickly came, spurting cum into her sucking mouth and down her throat; she justsucked him dry and then kept on sucking as he became hard again. Even whenGrossman, panting and gasping from his sadistic exertions, finally stoppedwhacking her flaming bottom with the yardstick and jammed his near-burstingcock first into her dry cunt, and then into her tight asshole. She just keptsucking and squirming until finally, both men let loose, flooding her with cumfrom both ends.

Even then, she just kept sucking until finally Gardner pulled out of her mouth.

Grossman, exhausted, leaned against the desk. His face had turned an alarmingshade of red, but there was a vicious smile on his face. "OK," he said. "That’senough. You can let go now."

Stacy tried, but her hands were so tightly wrapped around the handles that ittook her several seconds to tear them loose. Groaning with pain andhumiliation, she brought one hand up and wiped ineffectually at the glisteningsperm which covered her lower face. The two men watched as she then bent overand slowly pulled her panties and then jeans over her shining red ass, coveringthe thin trail of sperm which trickled down her thigh.

Finally, she was dressed. She turned her tear-stained face towards theprincipal.

"T-the test," she mumbled, dazed with pain.

Grossman reached over, grabbed a pen and wrote a large "Pass" on top of it.

"Well done, Stacy," he congratulated her, still gasping. "I just wish all ofthe students here at Greenwood were as dedicated as you are."

Stacy ignored the taunt. Moving carefully, she turned and limped out of theoffice.

"Jesus," Gardner muttered. "Yer jus' gonna let her walk outta here like that?What a loss. Everyone in the Club will wanna hear 'bout…"

"The Club will meet her soon enough," Grossman chuckled, reaching into a deskdrawer and pulling out a cassette tape. "We’re not done with her yet…"

Friday, the second of July.

The last day of school at Greenwood High.

The school seemed quiet, already half-deserted as a good proportion of thestudents were skipping the final hours in favour of starting their summerholiday a day early. Really, the only reason to attend the last day was to pickup the school yearbook and say goodbye to one’s friends. The yearbook wasmailed out anyway, and, with more kids on the beach than in the school, therewas no real reason to say goodbye.

Stacy Richards walked slowly along the quiet hallway, rucksack full of gymequipment in one hand and school yearbook in the other. Still in pain from thesevere spanking administered to her earlier in the week, she would havepreferred to have stayed at home, but her duties as a Rec Instructor hadrequired her presence at school to check through and store the class sportsequipment. Actually, she would have preferred to be on the beach with herfriends, but her ass was in no shape for a swimsuit. Maybe in a couple ofweeks, but not now.

She walked up to her locker and began to dial the combination on the lock whenshe became aware of a giggling behind her. Turning, she saw three girls, from alower grade, looking at her and laughing. One of them was pointing to an openyearbook.

"What’s so funny?" she asked, angry. She wasn’t used to being treated this wayby her social inferiors at school. Unintimidated, the girls just laughed andcontinued down the hall.

Puzzled, she watched them go. What was going on? Stacy looked around. Suddenlyparanoid, she noticed that others were looking at her as well. Some of themwere just grinning at her while others flipped through their yearbooks,laughing and whispering. The seemingly deserted school hallway now seemed fullof laughing, whispering students. What was happening?

Locker forgotten, Stacy placed her rucksack on the floor and opened theyearbook. Everything seemed normal as she flipped quickly through the book;just the typical high school yearbook…

The page flipped open to the sports section.

"Oh god…" Stacy sagged up against her locker, suddenly weak.

WOULD STACY RICHARDS PLEASE REPORT

TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE

(the PA system)

Stacy ignored it, staring at the picture which covered half a page. It wasunder the heading "Swim Club", but rather than the entire team, it justdisplayed Stacy. She was posed in a swimsuit; one of the too-small swimsuitsSharon had forced her to wear during the second photo session. The suit hadbeen soaked, and her nipples clearly showed through the thin fabric of the suitas she knelt, knees widely spread, licking a large, pink dildo and staringseductively at the camera.

Gary!!

That bastard. She didn’t know how he had managed it, but it was him alright.Panicking, she began to turn the pages to the "R" section of the grade twelves.If he had put that picture in the sports section, what had he…

It was her picture; and she recognized it. She was dressed in the tight, pinkrubber dress Sharon had produced for the first photo session, leaning forward,hands pushing up her breasts and a look of passion - no, lust - on herbeautiful face. She looked like a complete slut.