Glee

You find yourself on a high school football field, with two cheerleaders in front of you, making out as only two smoking hot cheerleaders can. You look at them, turned on immeasurably, but then they stop as one of them notices you.

“Looks like a problem’s come along, Santana,” says the blonde one, looking over at you, her face nonplussed.

“Maybe we can have even more fun now, Brittany,” says Santana, a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Oh, yeah,” Brittany says, a smile appearing on her face, as she looks you up and down.

That’s when the music begins, as the two start dancing in front of you suggestively, while a horde of other cheerleaders now run onto the field, to join them in their sexy dance. You look on appreciatively and then recognise the music, “Whip It!” by Devo, and realise that you’re the problem that’s come along.

As you spot the whips in their hand, you decide you may be best not sticking around, but as you run, you find yourself tackled to the ground by the two main cheerleaders, still singing and dancing as they sit on top of you, cracking their whips in the air as they grind their hips against you, and tear off your clothes in a frenzy.

The chorus finishes and they leap to their feet, stomping you in the chest to the beat of the music, as they sing the song into each other’s faces, getting off on your pain.

They drag you to the goalmouth and string you up across it, your back to all the other cheerleaders, but you hear those cheerleaders rushing up the field as the chorus returns, and then it’s like a never-ending wave of pain, the whips cracking like thunder as they tear into your back. They whip you, they whip you bad.

As you hang there suspended, tears coming from your eyes, your body still flinching, the two cheerleaders look at you, large smiles on their faces. You’re at least pleased to notice that the music’s finished, or maybe all those whip cracks have deafened you.

“That’s got me so hot,” says Brittany, as she moves her hands over her cheerleading outfit, rubbing her body beneath.

“Me too, let’s get these cheerleading outfits off and make love right here. Sure you won’t mind watching," she says, patting you on the cheek.

They may have whipped or broken you, but now you find yourself aroused again, but then a voice cuts through the air.

“Back to the showers, Cheerios,” says the voice, and then a woman dressed in a tracksuit enters your view.

“But we wanted to make out, Coach Sylvester,” pleads Brittany.

“Save all the pom pom shaking and baton twirling for back in the showers,” says the coach. “Not in front of the subject, didn't I teach you anything in Femdom 101.”

“Sorry, Coach,” Santana says, slapping you in the face, and the cheerleaders rush off, eager to hit the showers.

The coach turns to you, and introduces herself. “I’m Coach Sue Sylvester, and on behalf of William McKinley High I apologise for the poor show that those girls put on,” she walks around you, looking at your back. “Not that I’m about to rub salt into those wounds, that will wait for later, but I pride myself on verbal humiliation, and I’m sure I can lick those genitals out of shape given time. So, where shall we begin?”