Sarah woke up the next morning sore all over, her ass and pussy rubbed almost raw and her tits swollen and purple. Bright red/purple lines running around the base of the tits where she had been suspended. She groans and carefully gets out of bed, nursing her tits gently and trying not to move them, since any movement just causes more pain.
She gets up and goes into the bathroom, having another shower, gently washing her tits and her pussy, trying to get the feeling and dried cum off her body as she has a warm shower. As she showers she hears the sound of the doorbell ringing. "Be right there!" she calls out and gets out of the shower, pulling on a bath towel and doing it up. She heads over to the door and opens it up.
"Hi!" she says brightly, then she stops, her face falls as she looks open the two members of the football team standing on her doorstep. They don't even ask, just push in past her into her house and close the door behind them. Sarah stands there, frozen, not quite sure what to do as they come into her house. Finally she gets her voice back. "What are you doing here? Get out this instant!" she says, holding her bathroom tightly closed.
"Well now." says one of the football players, a burly looking guy, one of the defenders most likely. "What do they do to coaches that organize, and even video tape cheerleader initiations?" he asks. "Seems to me like you would be out of a job, and probably even in jail to boot." he says and smiles. "You sure you want that to happen? All your poor little cheerleaders, naked photos all over the net, not to mention your own. Who would want a stupid little slut like you in the future? You would be ruined." he says and laughs.
"That would be quite a shame, wouldn't it coach?" he says. "Not to mention all those poor little cheerleaders, they would all be expelled too, their naked photos and video plastered all over the internet, you know it would go viral." he adds. He moves up close to her and grabs one of her tits, giving it a squeeze through her robe. She groans and her hands move up to his, holding onto him, trying to pull his hand off her chest.
"No." she says. "No..." she says as she takes in what he is saying and what the consequences would be. "You cannot blackmail me." she says and pushes back away from the boy, which mostly has the consequence of pulling her bathrobe open. She pulls it back closed again and glares at the two boys. "Now get out." she says.
One of them pulls out his phone and opens it up, opening up the email program. "Just one push here." he says "And you are ruined." he says. "Now get that bathrobe off, right now, I will count to ten and if it is not off and on the floor, I send it." he says. "One... Two... Three... Four... Five..." she looks at him and looks at his finger, she quails a little thinking of what would happen if he sent that email, all her little girls, she couldn't. She closes her eyes "Six.. Seven... Eight..." she moves her hands up to the side of her robe and slowly starts to open it. "Nine... Right off." he says.
"Ten." he says and looks up, she stands there, bathrobe pooled at the floor around her feet, one hand over her tits and one hand covering up her pussy. She blushes and looks away as the two boys look over her mostly naked body. "Hands behind your head." he says. She blushes again, redder this time and slowly moves her hands up and puts them behind her head, showing off her entire naked body to their view.
She has quite nice breasts, a good c cup sized, they used to be quite perky and cute, but right now they are mostly red and purple. Her nice hour glass figure leads down so a small thatch of blonde hair covering her pussy, complementing the nice blonde curls she has on her head. "Good girl." he says to her and smiles, then moves up close to her. "Spread your legs." he says and reaches up to cup both of your tits. "Do these hurt?" he asks and starts to squeeze down hard on them.
She gasps and her hands drop down off her head and hold onto his wrists, trying to pull them off. "Yes. Please. Oww." she says, crying a little as his hands squeeze her hard.
He gives both tits a hard twist while squeezing them. "Did I say you could move your hands off your head?" he asks, squeezing down even harder on her soft and sore flesh.
She groans and cries, shakily moving her hands up to the top of her head and holding them there as he mauls her tits. Finally he lets go of them and smiles. "Much better, good girl." he says. "Now go and make us some breakfast. We want bacon and eggs." he says. "Two eggs each, fried and four strips of bacon." she nods her head and reaches down to grab her bath towel.
He stands on the towel and shakes his head. "Naked slut." he says. She looks at him for a second and then goes into the kitchen, the two boys follow after her and sit at the counter in the kitchen to watch as she makes them breakfast. She puts the bacon into the pan and starts to cook it, wincing and jumping now and then as the hot fat sizzles onto her naked flesh. Finally she finishes the two breakfasts, putting them onto two plates and then putting them in front of the two boys.
"Good girl." he says. "Now go and get your work clothes, and if you are lucky we might let you have a couple of scraps of bacon." he says.
The two boys start to eat their breakfast and she leaves, going back to her bedroom and picking up the gym uniform she wears to work. Cotton panties, bloomers, shortish gym skirt, a sports bra and a white sleeveless shirt, plus her whistle. She puts all the clothes on, carefully around her pussy and her tits then goes back out to where the boys were eating breakfast.
He looks up at you and frowns and you realize you did something wrong, although not sure what. "Did I say you should put your clothes on your stupid slut? I said bring them out here. Now strip and give me your stupid clothes." he says. "You just want to get punished don't you."
"But but." she says as she starts to take the clothes off again. "How was I to know?" she says as she gets naked, pulling off all the clothes and putting them on the counter in front of the boys. "Please don't hurt me any more." she begs.
"Get back in position cunt." he says. "Hands behind your head, legs apart. If you are standing naked in front of us, this is how you stand." he says, and then picks through your clothes. She slowly moves into position, standing on the other side of the counter, completely on display. The boy who hasn't been talking much gets up from his seat and pulls out a wooden ruler. "Bend over and ask us nicely to punish your stupid ass for being such a stupid little cunt." he says.
She sobs and slowly bends over, her tits moving down to rest on the counter, her ass pointing up nicely as the boy moves around behind her and starts to rub the ruler over her ass. "Please punish me for being bad." she says.
Whack, the ruler lands hard on her bare ass and she cries out, her hands going back behind her and covering up her sore ass. "That is not what I told you say is it?" he says. "Now get your hands away from your ass and get back in position."
She moves her hands slowly away from her ass and holds onto the edge of the counter. "Please punish my stupid ass for being." she sobs a little, her face red with humiliation as she chokes out "a stupid little cunt." she says and cries some more as the ruler lands down again hard on her ass.
"Good slut. Now count them for me. Perhaps if you are good, we won't whip your tits too." he says and laughs. Then he starts to use the ruler hard on her upturned ass, landing blow after blow on the soft flesh, already purple and sore from yesterday.
"One! Two!" she cries out loudly after each stroke. "Nineteen! Oh please. Stop. Twenty! Ahhhh." she cries as the blows land on her defenceless ass.
"Good slut." he says after he makes it to twenty, "Now stand up and turn around." he says, which she does, slowly and a little unsteadily till she is facing him. He moves the ruler up and starts to lightly flick her nipples with the end of the ruler, she winces in pain after reach light tap. "Now ask me nicely to whip your slutty tits, so you remember you are just a dirty little cunt for us to use." he says.
She sobs and looks down at the ruler flicking over her tits, she moved into the position she was told, hands behind her head, legs a little apart as she looks as he tormentors. "Please." she says and sobs. "Please whip my slutty tits." she says and sobs a little more. "So I remember I am just a dirty... littlle... cunt..." she says, sobbing after each word.
"Good slut." he says and then brings the ruler down hard across the front of one tit, nicely nailing her nipple.
"Argh" she cries and her hands drop down and grab her tits, holding it as it throbs in pain.
"Get that hand away cunt. No strokes count if you don't keep your hands up behind your head." he says. She slowly moves her hands back up again and looks down at her tits, tears running down her face. He goes back to playing with her tits. "Now try again. I want you to embellish a little this time." he says. "Show you mean it."
She pauses and then says again. "Please whip my useless slutty tits." she says. "Please beat my funbags so I know what a dirty worthless little cunt I am." she says, choking out the words over her tears.
"Good girl." he says and smiles and again delivers a painful blow to one tit, and then another to the other tit. He lands another two strokes on each tit, right across the nipples then saids. "Forgetting to count are we slut? Shame they don't count if you are not counting them."
She cries and then says "Four!"
"No slut. Start from the beginging." he says and then lands another hard stroke on her tits.
