Jazmine Punishment

Jazmine’s bare feet made little noise as she walked the sidewalk. There were still quite a few students out on the campus, it wasn’t that late yet. They all stared at her when she passed. Some whistled, others encouraged her, and a few classmates from her History class even recognized her and laughed.

Her ears were burning, and her stomach spun in a perpetual whirlwind. Yet Jazmine’s feet would not stop no matter how much she tried. She walked like a robot. Back straight, legs moving rigidly. Her hands were dangling at her side, each weighed down by a couple of heavy bags. Her smallish chest swayed with the rhythm of the walk, her bottom bouncing free behind her.

“Damn Jazmine, getting hazed? A bit late in the year for that, don’t you think?”

“Hehe, not at all. I’m on my way to make a donation,” she lifted the bags and smiled at her classmate.

“Oh? And what exactly are you donating?”

“Just about all the clothes I own.”

“Damn, that’s, erm, kind of you.”

“Well, you know me. I’m all about giving,” Jazmine replied through gritted teeth. She arrived at her destination. An inoffensive metal box that made her heart skip in terror. The donation bin. Once her clothes passed in, there would be no way to get them back.

She placed the bags against the opening and froze, fighting back the spell with everything she had. Sadly, while she could resist the hypnotic suggestion with some clever rationalization about the meaning of the word “donation”, the voodoo doll wasn’t as easily bamboozled. Pamela pushed the doll’s arm, and the bags went in. Every garment, every shoe, and even every towel Jazmine owned was lost in the abyss of the donation box.

There it went… everything. What was she going to wear to classes? She couldn’t miss tomorrow’s midterms! She would have to grin and bear it… or maybe her ex-girlfriends would take pity on her and “Ow!”

Nope, Pamela just spanked her bottom, or rather, the doll´s behind. Jazmine looked back up at the building. From the top floor, her two exes were laughing and waving at her. It seems like they were not done with their ****… Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

“Now, go take a lap around the campus. No, make it two laps.” Jazmine heard Dahlia's voice whispering in her ear. How? Oh right, she was talking to the doll. “Make sure to go across the teacher’s lounge, the cafeteria, and the stadium, I think there’s a baseball game going on. And remember, no covering…”

Jazmine whimpered as her feet moved again on their own, her arms lowering at her sides. With **** but to obey, she continued the longest night of her life…