The Dinner Party?

by Clarissa Murphy

 

Chapter 4

The bus pulled up to the main building and a crowd of schoolchildren poured out through the main doors. They were mostly boys, but there were a few dressed, like me, as schoolgirls. The boys at the front began to get off, and Tommy looked at me smiling and rubbed his hand up and down the inside of my thigh. His hand, soft and gentle through the sheer black silk and my creamy soft thigh felt so good that I tilted my head back in ecstasy. I was so hard that I thought I might come just from his touch.

"Come on," he said gently, as he stood aside to let me go first. As we walked down the aisle, he said, "Nothing wrong with your ass either baby." Once or twice he caught up with me and stroked it tenderly. I felt so lightheaded from the attention that I could barely walk a straight line.

I stepped off the bus, and as my first foot hit the ground, Tommy shouted, "He's all yours boys!" I turned around, shocked at his crudity, and felt myself grabbed from behind even as I saw his smirk of satisfaction. Devastated by his cruelty, it had all been a set up obviously, I felt myself lifted up on the boy's hands and carried towards the school building. They pulled my skirt up as they carried me so my knickers and garter were on full display. I tried to pull down the skirt for modesty, but the mean boys wouldn't let me - I was utterly powerless. At the top step, they stood me up, and Tommy with a sneer said, "Aren't you going to help her? Are you going to allow Clarissa to be treated like this? Help him girls!"

The other girls did nothing and all the boys laughed cruelly as Tommy said, "Line up!"

The girls all moved into one row and did a courtesy which they held at its prettiest and most servile point. Then the boy on the end took a feather duster and rubbed it on all the girls bottoms, then the boy on the other end, gave each behind a good stiff whack with a cane. "No, no, I can't take it anymore" said one girl just after she received her smack.

"Oh really...Catherine" said Tommy.

"My name is John, and I want to get out of here, I'm not playing your game anymore!"

"Well okay, you can go...to Dike-Leather Club! Boys." At that, ten of the bigger boys emerged from the crowd and set upon Catherine as she screamed, "No!"

It was a terrible sight. First, they tore off all Catherine's clothes until she stood naked in front of the assembled school. Then they formed a wide circle and began spanking her bottom with canes. No matter where she turned, she was caned on the bottom. After a few minutes she was crying hysterically. But they kept going anyway. Finally, when she appeared fully broken, Tommy said, "Enough."

Then one of the girls handed her a pair of white silk, knickers from a clothes rack that one of the boys pushed forward. Wordlessly, apart from her wracking sobs, Catherine put them on. She was sobbing pathetically as two other girls put on a much too tight bustier, white tights, a frothy white dress that came to the knee and pretty little blue high heels. Then a chair was produced and two other girls came forward and powdered and rouged her face and fixed up her long blonde hair with a curling iron. Finally, pale blue ribbons were placed on her two ponytails. She looked like Alice in Wonderland. I was very scared for her.

"Skip away...Alice." said Tommy, pointing to a car up the driveway.

"Please Tommy, please."

He laughed, "Skip!"

She skipped the hundred yards up the drive to the car and got in as a leather clad woman with a whip stood over her. I never saw her again.

"What about Clarissa?" asked one of the girls who held me.

"Oh, I think we could all do with a bit of help about the place, don't you?" The boys all laughed heartily and I was dragged into the school, very, very scared.

 

Chapter 5

"Okay, get her clothes off" said the lead boy of the six who dragged me into a dormitory. One of them clicked-off my skirt, another unlocked my shoes, and another undid my blouse. I stood there, looking like Liza Minelli in Cabaret, and the lead boy handed me a mini dress of black taffeta. I stepped into it as one of them held my hand, I felt very girly as I put it on. The top was so tight, it felt like it was made for me; the skirt was mid-thigh and flounced with layers of lace and taffeta.

Then one of the boys presented a black shoe box and took out, and held up like a trophy a strappy black leather shoe that seemed to have a nine-inch heel. All the boys sniggered as I was pushed into a chair. I put them on and tried to stand up. It wasn't easy, but I managed somehow even though it felt like walking around on stilts.

"Not bad," said the lead boy as I walked around. He followed after me and alternately spanked, pinched and rubbed my bottom as the other boys laughed at me. "It's time, I think, for you to do some work!"

Then the door opened and a fifty year old woman, dressed like a woman entered. Maybe I would be saved. "What is going on here?" she demanded in an angry voice.

"Thank God you're here!" I said, "These girls have taken me prisoner and won't let me go."

"Who are you?" she asked.

"My name is John Porter" I said.

"Hold out your hand!" she said.

"What?"

"What?, I believe you mean, 'I beg your pardon head mistress.' Now, hold out your hand!"

"You have to help me, I'm a prisoner, I'm being kidnapped."

"Hold out your hand, unless you want some far worse punishment."

I'd seen what had happened to 'John,' or 'Catherine,' or 'Alice,' or whatever her name was, so I did what she said.

The headmistress took out a cane and began slapping my hand, once, twice, three, four, five, six, I lost count right after I began crying. When I was weeping uncontrollably, she stopped and said, "You are the new maid for the girls field hockey team, I expect you to do your duties prettily and part of that includes wearing your apron. Where is your apron?"

"I don't know, they didn't give it to me," I said sobbing hysterically.

"Bend over...right now!" When I was bent over she began beating my bottom with a cane it stinged and burned like nothing I had ever experienced before.

"That, you silly little girl, is for not taking responsibility for you own outfit...blaming my boys indeed! Why I've never seen so much cheek from a maid before. Find the apron and present yourself to the hockey team in one hour or you will be in serious trouble. Do I make myself clear Clarissa?"

"Yes, Head Mistress," I replied.

After she left, one of the boys took an apron from behind his back and waved it above his head. "Hey, Clarissa, do you want this?"

"Yes please," I said.

"What will you give me for it?"

"Anything you want!" I replied certain that nothing could be as bad as the punishment that waited me in the head's office.

"Take off the maid's uniform you little sissy," said another boy.

"But won't I get in trouble?"

"Hold out your hand!" he ordered.

He smacked my left hand about 20 times, I got the message and took off the lovely dress. They handed me a white polo shirt, and a plaid mini kilt in the school's colors. Then one of them took me by the back of the skirt and they made me walk backwards, with all my lingerie on display, down two corridors and across the quad in front of the whole laughing, sneering student body. "You're for it now you sissy," they screamed.

At the athletic center, they led me to the door of the gym and one of the boys said, "Go on in you little sissyboy!"

 

Chapter 6

I opened the door to the gym, terrified at what awaited me, and walked in to find 10 girls dressed the same as me, as members, I now realized, of St. Joan's field hockey team. It was nice to see girls dressed as girls again. Here, I guessed, were all the beautiful girls on the team, for each one was more beautiful than the next. They all had long, luxuriant hair, full red lips, pert breasts, long, tanned legs. They were perfect specimens of eighteen-year-old beauty.

They advanced towards me as I felt both trilled by their beauty and fearful at what they might do to me. They stood around me in a tight circle and through touching and stroking my shoulders, back and bottom gradually led me to the center of the room.

Touching me continuously, through my polo shirt, sometimes lifting my skirt and caressing my ass, I began to reach a state of karmic, erotic bliss. It was so gentle that I thought I might faint. Finally, a beautiful, raven-haired, girl with the most magnificent body I've ever seen on a woman who isn't Angeline Jolie, spoke.

"So, you'd like to be on St Joan's hockey team?"

"I...I...yes, I would be."

"Okay, you can start by defending our honor against St Mary's!" She said as smacked me on the bottom. "Just go on over across the corridor and tell them who's the boss!"

They pushed me out of the room and in the corridor I found ten boys who yelled, "Go you sissy show St. M's what your made of!" and "Don't let our school down!" Seeing no escape I knocked on the visitors changing rooms door and went on in.

Once inside, I was surrounded by big tough looking girls who made fun of me for about five minutes, then grabbed me, held me upside down, pulled down my knickers and spanked me until I began sobbing pathetically. I was in for it now.

  

  

  

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