Part 32

Elise had never felt so vulnerable. So helpless.

If she wasn’t handcuffed, there was a good chance her ability to cover up would still be thwarted. Probably just by a snap of Kaitlyn’s fingers. Obedience was the only way to end this as quickly as possible, as any hesitation or resistance would be met with more punishments. She was already a mess at the moment; a kinky, slutty lesbian. An image that was the exact opposite of the girl she actually was, but none of these girls would believe such a claim after all of this. Even if it was the truth.

As for Kaitlyn’s pet comment, Elise chose to dutifully remain silent. It would be better to say nothing, especially if even the act of speaking would give the cruel redhead an opportunity to chastise her. For the moment, she simply kept her eyes on the floor, knowing that any eye contact with one of the first-years that was seeing her fully naked would spark yet another deep blush. Or cause her cheeks to darken, as the fair skinned blonde was pretty sure her cheeks were perpetually flushed now that she was fully naked.

“Funny story,” Kaitlyn said. She walked over to Elise and placed a hand on her bare shoulder. But, rather than talking to the exposed girl, she addressed the small audience in the common room. “There was this thing at my cousin’s high school. The girls made a game of slapping each other between the legs. Especially during gym glass,” she said. It painted a picture pretty easily; instead of the immature pantsing that often came with adolescents, apparently these teenagers did something similar to how the opposite gender would sometimes nut check each other. “The school had to ban it,” Kaitlyn continued, “Apparently girls crumbled mid-run and hurt themselves. One or two even threw up.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Kaitlyn was foreshadowing. Elise took a tiny step back; a subconscious reaction that somehow overrode her mental efforts to stay quiet and still. The other girls had various reactions to the story, but the naked prefect remained silent.

In contrast to her usual bravado, Kaitlyn didn’t tease the audience or the submissive blonde this time around. Instead, she went right for it. Her hand crashed down on Elise’s most private and sensitive area, with as much force as she put behind some of the boob slaps earlier.

A sharp pain jolted through Elise’s body, and her knees instantly wobbled from the delayed sensation between her legs. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, and she gasped as her lower limbs gave out. Her sensitive little clit was already throbbing from what Kaitlyn just did, and things only got worse as her kneecaps hit the rough carpet. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Kaitlyn in horror. How could a girl do something like that to another girl??

The redhead now towering above her didn’t seem bothered. “Wow, it works!” she exclaimed, “Looks like my cousin wasn’t exaggerating. Anyway, Elise, why don’t you stay down there? It’s time for your seventh task.”

It was the perfect thing to say. Kaitlyn was quite adept at reading girls, and Elise was pretty transparent at this point. Just by looking down at those eyes, it was clear that the girl was getting close to the point of crumbling and making this all less fun by getting emotions involved. So, to keep the watery eyes from turning into something more, Kaitlyn skipped her original plan of pulling Elise up by the hair and slapping her down there again. Instead, it was time to give everyone a memorable end to the show before getting them to disperse for dinner.

Elise just nodded. She was still winded from Kaitlyn’s blow, and trying her very hardest to keep from crying. Already naked and on her knees in front of a bunch of first-years, that final step of weakness would ensure they’d never see her the same way again. Although honestly, that was already the case in a lot of other ways.

“And what are you, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked.

This time, Elise couldn’t just nod. She knew what Kaitlyn wanted to hear. First, it was ‘I’m your good girl.’ Ever since the collar, however, it turned into something even more demeaning. “I’m your pet, Miss. Kaitlyn,” she said.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to take off your kinky little handcuffs.” She held out her hand towards Caroline, and the taller brunette walked over and placed the key into the open palm waiting for it. “You’re going to behave, yes?”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I’m going to behave.” It was a miracle Elise managed to remember that she was supposed to answer ‘properly.’ Not only because of the faint pulses of pain that lingered, but also because things were once again framed in a way that made it sound like all of these inappropriate toys belonged to her.

“Good girl.”

Kaitlyn stepped behind Elise, an action that always made the bound girl nervous. It was bad enough when Kaitlyn was visible. Kaitlyn’s presence was made known immediately, however, when her fingertips began tracing down one of Elise’s arms. Squatting behind the handcuffed girl, keeping that light contact all the way to the wrists, she unexpectedly gave a sharp pinch to Elise’s bare rear with her other hand.

Elise squeaked and slightly squirmed at the way Kaitlyn’s nails dug into her backside, once again feeling the heat rise to her face again from how her unfettered breasts shifted accordingly to her jerky movement.

“ELISE. Hold still!” Kaitlyn snapped.

“Sorry . . .” Elise mumbled. The apology slipped out before she could stop it.

Kaitlyn gave an even harder pinch to Elise’s other cheek, just to make sure the girl had learned her lesson. There was still a reflexive twitch, but she opted to let it go.

“Well, since you’re such a kinky slut,” Kaitlyn trailed off while undoing the handcuffs, then smirked up towards the audience all waiting in suspense. Leaning forward to put her lips right next to Elise’s ear, she said, “You’re going to get yourself off for us. Right now.”

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