Slutty Cheerleaders shouldn't play with someone else's man...

She didn't care that Mr. Morecock was seeing someone else.   After all, she was a cheerleader, something she reinforced by wearing her uniform to school often .. after all, the men liked to see her long legs and a quick flash of the white between her legs. The peek often was enough, or perhaps he would ask her for a BJ. It was a guaranteed "A."   But when Ms. Hayes called her in and confronted her, things took a different turn. She knew they were dating, but she really needed that "A" in History for her scholarship to State U.  So she'd flirted, and tried to get him alone for a quick feel, and Ms. Hayes had found out.   Playing "dumb blonde" didn't seem to be working like it usually did. In fact, things were starting to get a bit uncomfortable...

Ms. Hayes had led her into the nurse's office and bent her over the table.  OK, a paddling was a small price to pay.  But when she felt the ropes on her hands, she knew this discipline was a bit more severe.
	She kicked her legs frantically, but Ms. Hayes had leverage and soon had her ankles tied, too.  Then she felt her legs being bent up and tied off.  Ms. Hayes pulled her knees to the sides, exposing the snaps on her bodysuit.
Now Ms. Hayes pulled up the cheerleader's dress over her bottom, and then secured her to the table with another length of rope. She was crying and threatening to tell.  "Tell who?" asked Ms. Hayes in a threatening voice.
	As she thrashed and kicked, trying to get free, she tried to apologize.  But Ms. Hayes wasn't having any of that.  "You're not sorry, really, you're just saying that trying to get me to let you loose.  But I know you haven't learned your lesson yet.  Women don't appreciate little sluts coming on to their men.  I've watched you, and you think your long legs can get you anything.  But not this time, sweetie pie."
And with that, Ms. Hayes popped the snaps on her cheerleader bodysuit.  "Well, look who forgot to wear any panties today. Wonder if that was accidental, or on purpose.  Mr. Morecock did have a test scheduled today, right?  I hate to tell you this, slut, but those pantyhose aren't going to give you much protection for what's about to happen..."
	With that, Ms. Hayes proceeded to start spanking her.  But this wasn't a spanking like her Dad used to do.  It was slow, deliberate, and random.  She would brace for a blow, and nothing would happen.   Then when she relaxed, here it came.  Over and over.  She could feel her butt burning.  Then Ms. Hayes started using some kind of paddle on her that really stung.  Then, just when it couldn't get any worse, Ms. Hayes stopped paddling, and she heard a bzzzzzzzz -- and her torment grew as the vibrator was placed strategically beneath her.  Then the paddling resumed.... the waves of pain and pleasure were sweeping over her and her cries grew louder.
"My, you're a noisy little bitch," said Ms. Hayes.  So she felt herself being flipped over.  Ms. Hayes approached her with a large roll of black duct tape. "What are you going to do with that?!" she asked in alarm, fully knowing what Ms. Hayes intended.  And she was right. "There, now we can complete our little lesson without all that begging and crying.  Besides, you like this, and you know it.  Right, slut?"

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