All girls in this chapter are 18 years old and finishing their senior year of high school.
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After the eventful day in the locker room, Sarah took Britney to her house, where they immediately ran up to the bedroom.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I am going to teach you to stop messing with my friends."
"I wasn't messing with your friends! I was dealing with MY friends until YOUR friends decided to get involved!"
"Well, then I am going to teach you how to treat YOUR friends better."
"That is none of your business!"
"It is my business!" Sarah responded. "Courtney is my friend, and Samantha is friends with Mariah."
"Those are MY bitches!" Britney exclaimed.
"They are NOT your bitches anymore! They are outstanding individual women. And I will make sure you give them the respect they deserve."
"And how do you expect to do that?" Britney demanded to know.
"We are going to have a match."
"A match?!" Britney asked in shock. "That's not fair! I'm already tired from getting my ass whipped by Elizabeth!"
"Well, that's too bad," Sarah responded. "This is now between you and me!"
"That's not fair! Give me a chance to recover!"
"You had a chance to recover on your ride over here."
The blonde cheerleader was right. She was still too weak from her match with Elizabeth. She had already been defeated once, and she was bound to be defeated again. She was in no condition to take Sarah on.
Sarah grabbed her by the hair and immediately threw her onto the bed. The blonde cried like a little bitch as the brunette jumped on top of her and began smacking her in the face. Britney gave little fight back as Sarah completely took control of her by pinning her arms down as she continued to slap her.
"OWWW! Please stop slapping me!"
The cries are pointless. Sarah was hell-bent on dominating the bitchy blonde. She truly wanted to teach your lesson this time.
She stripped the brat down to her bra and thong, once again. Then she climbed on top of her and rode her like a pony as she spanked her bottom.
"This isn't unfair!" the blonde screamed out.
"Shut up!" the brunette responded as she continued to spank the blonde as hard as she could.
Britney couldn't crawl any faster. The bed was so small; she ran out of room. She had nowhere to go but to just to stay there and receive her smacks as she carried Sarah on her back.
"Ow, ow, ow!" she cried. "I give up! I give up!"
"You can give up, but I am far from done with you."
"What do you mean?" the blonde asked, in fear."
"Oh, you will find out," Sarah responded.
"What the fuck do you want with me?!" the cheer captain whined. "Can't you see I'm already defeated and defenseless?"
"I can see that," Sarah responded. "But I've brought you to this point many times. As you know, I'm much stronger than you. But I guess I have to be even tougher on you than ever before, if you're ever going to learn your lesson."
"What lesson?!"
"The lesson that you are not above anyone."
"Shut the fuck up! I SHOULD be above you! I am the cheer captain of the school! I am the prettiest girl! And I'm going to be the prom queen!"
"None of that matters when you are a complete bitch"
Britney was shocked and humbled. Though Sarah always talked to her like this, she still wasn't used to being told something she didn't like. It was always a humbling experience for a stronger woman to put her in her place.
"Are your parents home?" Sarah asked.
"No! They left for a work retreat."
"We are going to your house, and you are going to wear a special outfit, just for me."
"What kind of fucking outfit do you want me to wear?"
"You are going to wear a schoolgirl outfit for me. And I am going to treat you like a naughty schoolgirl. Because that is what you are."
"I am not a schoolgirl! I don't want to wear something like that!"
"That is what you should have been the entire time," Sarah explained. "But you never took school seriously. So now I have to show you how serious it should have been."
Sarah took the bitchy blonde to her house, where they got into another argument.
"What the fuck do you expect me to wear? I don't have schoolgirl clothes."
"You don't have any plaid or neutral color skirts? Don't you have any button-up shirts? You can make it work."
"No! That so ugly!" Britney exclaimed. "I haven't worn anything like that since middle school!"
"You wore stuff like that in middle school?"
"Yeah, duh! I was in a private school when I was younger. Everyone knows that, you idiot."
Sarah was left completely stunned. It was almost too good to be true! "Wait.. You were in a private school?"
"Yes!" Britney admitted. She forgot that Sarah moved from another city, so she didn't know her past. "I begged my parents to let me come to public school because I wanted to be part of a real cheerleading team."
"So, do you still have your private school clothes?"
"I do, but they are from eighth-grade. I don't fit those anymore!"
"Just like I didn't fit your nineth-grade cheerleading clothes?" Sarah cleverly responded.