Blinkered Thinking

Lost in her own thoughts, Zoe ran across campus and down behind the science building. Another tug on her right nipple, and she obediently followed, blindly throwing herself around the next corner…

The naked girl bounced off a blur of grey hair and tweed.

Her vision spinning as she was sent sprawling ass over tits across the grass in an explosion of papers.

Zoe saw grass, sky, grass, sky and grass again before her head stopped spinning and she landed, winded, her bare body sprawled across the cool rough grass. It tickled at her **** nipples and pussy, her bare ass and feet folded up behind her.

It took several moments for the dazed girl to understand what had happened, her movement being brought to such a sudden and alarming stop left her mind frantically trying to process why she wasn’t still moving.

“Are you alright?”

Zoe spat some stray tufts of grass from her mouth, panting helplessly, “Y-y-yeah… I…”

“Not you!” A woman’s voice snapped derisively and Zoe lifted her ponytail to look back, her cheeks flushed as she saw what she’d hit.

An elderly couple stood over her; an old man being helped to his feet by a grey haired woman, his glasses askew and briefcase hanging open, surrounded by a mess of papers. She immediately recognised them as members of the faculty – Professors, though not any that she’d ever had classes with.

“I’m sorry…” She wheezed, though it came out too quietly for them to hear; guilt and shame overwhelming her frazzled mind. Her rhythm had been shattered so suddenly that every ache and pain from her stressed legs roared, making her feel instantly exhausted.

“I’m alright Margaret; I’m alright… just help me up… thankyou…” The man puffed, his cheeks pink, lifting himself unsteadily to his feet and fixing his glasses as the woman dusted down his jacket.

“Avoid breaks to avoid punishment!”

Zoe felt the tears in her eyes as the collar barked from her neck. Shame, fear, panic, guilt, horror and arousal swirled inside the girl’s impact riddled head, making it impossible to think straight. Mercifully the couple didn’t appear to have heard it, either from the voice being muffled by the grass, or distracted by their own concerns.

Why me… why me?!

Zoe pulled herself onto her knees, turning – the humiliation and desperation of her situation only growing as she felt the gaze of the old crone fall upon her, her face like thunder.

“You’re a disgrace!” The woman snapped, her bony finger poking out accusingly to Zoe. The redhead whimpered and shrunk back, cheeks burning as she was chastised venomously, “Don’t you watch where you’re going? Or don’t you care?”

“My papers…” The man asked tiredly. While Margaret continued to berate her, the man seemed far more concerned with getting everything back in order.

“I… I’m sorry…” Zoe started, frantically starting to crawl across the grass, picking up the papers around her and trying to pull them into some semblance of a pile. With every second she stayed crawling on the grass, Zoe felt the looming shadow of the invisible timer in her head... tick-tock... tick-tock...

High above the shadow of the storm clouds grew closer…

“You clearly don’t care, based on that trampy little outfit! Have you no decency?”

The woman's words made Zoe's blood run cold - for just a moment, as she struggled to comprehend if the woman could see through the Illusion. The naked girl didn't trust the magic to keep her nudity secret, her cheeks burning red hot at the woman's cruelly aimed words.

...Trampy little outfit... She means the illusion... She means the illusion... She can't see the truth...

The woman’s tirade continued as Zoe scrambled around on the grass before them, prostrating herself in apology; shamefully and painfully aware that her bare ass and pussy were pointing directly at them both - in that moment it was impossible to fight the reality of her eyes and remind herself of the flimsy invisible protection. Zoe's cheeks burnt and her ears were ringing in total mortification.

“Bad Girl!”

Her collar joined the chorus of shame and Zoe winced, squeaking in panic as she felt the white flash of heat from the crop whip against her left ass cheek. Her body jolting on instinct, her back arching suddenly as she tried to hide the pain,

“Pl-PLEASE…” Zoe squeaked, her voice cracking in alarm, “I… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean t-OOOOO!”

She didn’t know if she was apologising to the couple or to her collar anymore – she just needed to say it, to do anything to escape the spiral of guilt, embarrassment and shame. Another flash of the crop to the other cheek made the naked girl’s eyes water and she continued to frantically crawl around the grass, gathering paper after paper.

“I’m ok Margaret… please… it was an accident…”

“No Peter!” The woman seethed, “It’s not alright – she can’t go around barging into people like that. Running blindly round corners dressed like a little whore. You’re lucky you weren’t hurt! And where are your shoes young lady?!”

Zoe opened and closed her mouth to mute protest, ****, as another crack of the crop smacked hot against her left ass cheek again.

“This is a university! The nerve of young people these days! I don’t know what hippy nonsense you’re playing at but put on some real clothes, show some respect to this institution and its staff and watch where you’re going!”

Flashes of the crop caught Zoe’s ass with each insult the woman threw at her and she wasn’t sure if the crop or the words stung more. Both sank deep into Zoe’s psyche in horror and shame, her guilt boiling over. She was naked, collared and harnessed, crawling on her hands and knees in the middle of her old college – while being scolded and whipped like an insolent animal…

Like a Ponygirl…

A heaving sob escaped her throat as she grabbed the last of the papers and thrust them submissively towards the grateful gentleman.

“Pp-please... I’m so so-RRY!” Zoe’s voice faltered again as the crop made contact, her body heavy with embarrassment and guilt.

“Thank you”

“Absolutely appalling…”

“Bad Girl!”

****, Zoe tried to pull herself back onto her aching legs, only to stumble as the crop caught her on the ass, her exhausted muscles were unable to catch her and she collapsed back onto her knees again. It took her another shameful try to finally get standing, her body bright red with shame, wanting the ground to open up and swallow her.

“I’m sorr-EEEEEEE” Zoe yelped, clenching her teeth and thrusting her tits lewdly forwards, her back arching as the crop started to more rapidly and rhythmically whip her ass. Both of her nipples were twisted by the invisible fingers and tugged urgently forwards, pulling the poor ponygirl to her toes.

She heard the old woman gasp and the man cough, feeling their eyes boring judgementally into her. Zoe dared not imagine what she must look like to them now,

“Disgusting little animal! You should be ashamed of yourself!” Margaret spat as Zoe could only gasp in pathetic mute horror.

She’s right…

After a moment the twisting ceased, the crop slashed against her ass and Zoe stepped forward, running as fast as she could towards the safety of the woods.

Please… I’ll be good… please… please… please…

“The Ponies’ pace is below the set standard – Run faster to avoid punishment!”

Fuck…