Betrayal

For the next few days, the Prince had Marcie go about recruiting new members to the Royal Magnificence.

However results had proven less than desirable. She would only try to recruit other girls, dismissing the male students as worthless. The Prince thought this was a shame as it meant they were missing potential allies that all the factions were ignoring.

But that's not as bad as Marcie's decision to recruit Rina and the Wildcats.

"Seriously, she wants us to team up with Rina?" Susan asked.

Rina Franklin was notoriously for her hatred to the boys in the school. Her psychotic behaviour had made her the single most hated person in the entire school. The Prince remembered how he suffered personally at her hands.

What was Marcie thinking? She told the Prince this was for the "greater good", but allying with her would turn the entire school against them. The Prince promptly vetoed this decision.

But that wasn't worst idea Marcie had. She also wanted Susan be thrown under the bed for some reason.

"We can't trust her. She's got to go." Marcie said.

"That's ridiculous. She's an extremely effective lackey. Are you sure you're not just holding a grudge against her?" the Prince asked her.

"She cut my breasts open."

"I don't believe you." the Prince said.

At that moment, Marcie unbuttoned her shirt.

"You don't have to do that." Susan said. "I did cut Marcie, but it's not like how she says it is. Marcie was a bully got off on hurting others. I just couldn't take it anymore."

Vanessa stood up. "She's hurt many people more she came to this school. Someone even killed herself because of her. And now she prances round with her stupid scar whenever she wants to milk sympathy for her own comeuppance. People like Marcie are WHY this school is so fucked up."

It was becoming obvious to the Prince that involving Marcie had been a mistake.

"You can't be serious! These are all lies!" Marcie protested.

"I'm sorry, Marcie, but I find they're version more believable than your's," the Prince said. "I'm going to have to kick you out."

"I thought this might happen," Marcie said. "Girls, it's time for a hostile takeover." Several girls, including Carmen, approached Marcie. "You see, I'd been convincing your lackeys to join my cause and--"

"Strip off her clothes," the Prince said.

What the--?!!" Marcie said as her "allies" pinned her down and started ripping her clothes off. "What are you doing?!!"

"I thought you might try something like this," the Prince told her. "So I instructed the girls to play along if you tried to turn them against me. Your questionable decision making has made me very suspicious of you. I wanted to be sure of your loyalty. And you failed. Susan, you're the one she tried to throw under the bus, so you're the one who gets give her a spanking."

The naked Marcie was bent over a table and Susan was handed a paddle. Susan lifted the paddle into the air and brought it down upon Marcie's bottom.

The paddle made a whacking sound that echoed through the room.

"That's only one. And you have twenty three more coming."

"Twenty three..." Marcie gasped.

Marcie's backside was a bright red and was rapidly turning brighter. Marcie was gasping in pain and crying. Her butt wriggled back and forth as the pain shot through it, and tiny shivers and spasms went through her buttocks as they trembled and shook.

Susan was no amateur. Her mother had taught her well with her own belt. Susan knew to pause and wait for the pain to sink in. And sink in it did. Marcie felt the stinging sensation that gradually built up and filled her whole butt. Soon her buttocks were burning with fire and Marcie was trembling with pain and agony.

Susan smacked the same spot on Marcie's butt over and over again. She lapped that spot four more times, and then moved on, just as the pain in that spot reached it's peak.

Marcie couldn't stand it anymore.

"Stop it, Susan! Please stop it."

The next five times, Susan smacked Marcie's right buttock. This caught Marcie by surprise the first time. And the next four after that were even worse. Finally, when the pain had almost peaked again, Susan shifted to her left buttock.

Then it was over.

"You may go now." the Prince told Marcie.

"My clothes-" Marcie begged.

"Leave them here. If you are really quick, you might be able to avoid the whole school seeing you naked."