As Kelly approached me, after our last class before lunch ended, I knew she was looking for trouble. She was the popular girl, the pretty one, who got whatever she wanted. Her long auburn hair and porcelain skin, making her look like some kind of doll. By contrast, I was the tall lanky gal, tanned from playing sports, with short hair and even smaller boobs. Yeah, I was self-conscious about them, so what. That's actually how this whole thing started. We are both attending the same college, me on an athletic scholarship, her because her mommy paid for the entire thing.
Being self-conscious about my body, I hated changing with the other girls in the locker room. So I usually tried to wait till the last minute, and get it done fast. Earlier, though, when we were getting dressed for p.e. I happened to look over and see Kelly. Or more specifically, Kelly's boobs. Beautiful full c cups, barely contained by a lacy purple bra. She caught me staring, and gave me the dirtiest look I have ever seen. It was the same one she wore now as she approached me in the now empty classroom.
"Let's get something straight, dyke," she spat at me, eyes narrowing maliciously. "If you ever stare at my tits again, ill have you thrown out of this school on your flat ass." I stared at her, feeling anger boiling in my veins at the slur. I can take a lot of things, that word, used that way, was not one of them.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" I said. Trying to control my rising temper.
"You heard me, I saw you drooling over my tits in the locker room, you disgusting perv." this time she actually spit at me, her saliva landing on my cheek. I wiped it away, speaking very softly to her, in an attempt at control.
"You are going to regret that." she held her hand up to her ear, acting like she didn't hear me.
"What was that, speak up dyke," she mocked. I didn't waste more time on words. This little bitch was about to learn a lesson the hard way. In a move I learned from my cousin at her jujitsu dojo, I grabbed her arm, sweeping her legs from beneath her, and twisting so that she wound up on her front, with me on top of her holding her arm behind her back. (Authors note, I don't know if that's actually a move, I just thought it sounded good.) She struggled under me, but I wasn't about to let her up yet.
I reached into my bag nearby, and pulled out a pair of police issue handcuffs, a gift from the same cousin. She had given them to me when I started walking to and from school, just in case I had to restrain someone whose ass I kicked. Snapping one cuff on her captive wrist, I reached down and pulled her other wrist behind her back. Once the cuffs were secure around both wrists, I stood up, though I kept my foot firmly planted in her back as I did.
"If you scream for help, ill break your arm." I said menacingly. She froze, her curses dying on her tongue as she looked at me. The disgust on her face had been replaced by fear.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Making sure you stick around until I'm done." I replied, pulling up a chair, I sat down after I flipped her over, leaning down to look her in the eyes.
"Now, Kelly, there's a something you should know." I begin, leaning closer, smirking at the girl below me. "Before you go throwing around an offensive term, like 'dyke', you should probably try to find out who it is you're insulting." I take a pause, enjoying the look of confusion, and fear on her face. "For example me," I continue, "My name is Sara, I've competed in jujitsu competitions, I like to read, and I am a lesbian." my words seem to be having the desired effect, as Kelly's face pales, and she attempts to shrink away from me.
"You're... you're not serious," she stammers, her voice trembling.
"Oh, I am," I assure her, smirking again. "Very serious. And let me tell you something else, Kelly, I do not appreciate, my sexuality being tossed around as a slur." I say, allowing a bit of my anger to creep into my voice, staring down at her. "I think that you owe me an apology." I stand up tall, hands on hips, staring down at the pale young woman beneath me.
"I'm... I'm not apologizing to some freak, like you!" She struggles against the cuffs, but it's useless. "You think you're so tough because you're good at some lame martial art. My mom is gonna have you out of this school so fast it'll make your dyke head spin."
"Oh well," I say, shaking my head and shrugging, "I guess some people only know how to learn the hard way, especially the pretty ones." Kelly lets out an angry huff, but remains silent for a change. Swiftly, I reach under her skirt and grab the edge of her panties, pulling them off the stunned girl in one swift motion.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Kelly screamed, her eyes bulging, and her face contorting in a mix of anger and embarrassment, turning a bright scarlet. I shrug at her again, not worried by her anger.
"You'll figure it out in a moment," Kelly continues to struggle, but it only causes her skirt to ride up, adding to her embarrassment.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I crouch down in front of Kelly, looking for the best angle for the photo I want, making sure that her whole face and body are in the frame. She is staring at me, her face almost purple from humiliation, as I lift her skirt, snapping the candid of a lifetime.
Grinning at her, I turn my phone around to show her, watching the nice purple color drain from her face, as she sees, her exposed vagina, and embarrassed expression. Her gaze darts between my face and the photo of her on my phone, as fear and shame well up in her eyes. I look at her, making sure I have her complete attention.
"Now you have a choice to make," I tell her, savoring the moment, enjoying the power I'm holding over her. "I could send this photo to everyone in school. Maybe with a catchy caption like, 'which lips would you rather kiss?' Or..." I pause for effect, watching a look of pure panic cross her face.
"Or?" Kelly asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Or, you can meet me after school, in the library, where you will have another opportunity to apologize to me properly," I finish, my tone as cold and unyielding as I can make it. "And this stays between us," Kelly's face was turning red again, I thought she might protest, or at least cuss at me some more. But then she appeared to think about her situation.
"Fine," she says, through gritted teeth, "I'll be there" I nod at her, allowing a satisfied smile to spread across my face.
"Good choice," I tell her condescendingly, patting her shoulder. She flinched away from my hand. "I'm going to keep the photo... and your panties. Just in case you don't show up."
Kneeling down, I release Kelly from the handcuffs. She stands up, her legs shaking, her hands instinctively trying to hold down her skirt. Without a word, she nearly ran out of the room.
"I'll see you later," I called after her retreating form, putting my cuffs back in my bag. Pulling out my phone, as I walked to my next class, I couldn't help but look at the photo I had taken, though I was careful to keep anyone else in the hall from seeing it. She looked so cute, laying there exposed, her face as red as a tomato, hands cuffed behind her back. With a sigh, I put my phone away and headed into my Advanced Lit class. Wishing the day would go by faster.
That afternoon, I strolled into the library just before the last classes were getting out, having ditched my the end of my last class. Checking that my plan would work, I waited in the shelves, reading some manga I had in my bag, as I waited for Kelly to arrive. Or at least I tried to, Kelly's face kept flashing into my mind, I knew she had never been so humiliated in her life, you could see it in her eyes. She had no idea how to handle this situation, and that was just how I wanted it. I look up as the doors to the library open, and watch as Kelly walks in, and sits at one of the tables. I grin as I sneak up behind her.
"Hey Kelly," I say, maybe a little too loud for the library, but it was worth the glare from the librarian to see Kelly jump nearly out of her chair. "Good, you showed up," I say in a lower voice. "Now follow me," I reach for her arm, but she pulls away,
"why?" she asks, "we can talk right here can't we?" I don't say anything, I just hold my phone up in one hand and hold the other out to her. Her face goes pink, as she glances at my phone, then my proffered hand. I chuckle to myself as she knocks it out of the way and stalks off into the shelves. I take the lead, and she follows me to the back of the library, there are a lot of old carts, and unsorted books, and behind them a small door to an old utility closet. I gesture for Kelly to enter, and follow her in, locking the door behind me as I do. The room is small and cramped, with shelves of cleaning supplies on one wall, and an old sink on the other. A thick layer of dust, shows that it hasn't been used in a while. I look at Kelly our faces only a few feet apart, and cross my arms, leaning my back on the door.
"Now that were alone, let's talk about what happened earlier," I say, doing my best to keep my voice low and menacing, "You owe me an apology Kelly." she scowls at me.
"I'm sorry I called you a dyke, you happy, can I have my panties back now?" she says, clearly hating me with every word. I just raise my eyebrow at her.
"You call that an apology?" I say with a short laugh. "A three-year-old could see you aren't sorry for shit." her face turns a slightly darker shade of pink at my words. "As I thought, the only way you are ever going to truly regret what you did is if you are properly punished." Kelly looks at me warily
"what does that mean?" she asks, looking down, a hint of fear in her voice.
"Take off your shirt." I say flatly. Kelly looks up at me alarmed, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.
"What! Why!?"
