More Submission

The shame I felt the next morning was much less forceful than that of the day before. That growing pleasure pulsed through me even more than normal, my heart raced in my chest as I thought about what today would bring. I looked through my closet before making a decision I remove my bra. The groping has been a bit uncomfortable, and if they do it this way I would be less so. I thought to myself, an excuse really, the groping has felt incredible. Besides Max will like the change. I once more put on the same pants and put on another shirt that was tight to my body. Max (Steve) will really like this new change.

I finished getting ready for school and once more headed out the door toward a new day. My wetness growing with each minute closer to the school I get. As I arrived as school I noticed Max checking me out once more, lingering on my breasts and lack of bra. He didn't say anything however, and once more we began chatting about nothing as we headed to my classroom where he left me for his own.

At lunch Max was earlier than expected, meeting me outside of my classroom. He quickly and decidedly lead us to the Library. The whole way I felt a sort of sinking feeling in my chest. It was almost like I was disappointed that I actually wasn't going to be stripped and groped by Steve's strong... pleasant hands. I shook my head and continued to talk to Max. All the while I was trying to come up with an excuse to step back out to the secret spot behind the school. Eventually I came up with an excuse. I reached up and touched my chest before I exclaimed:

"Oh no, my grandma's necklace! It must have fallen off yesterday at lunch. We have to go get it!" I made sure to look as sad and pathetic as I could watching Max's face contort in confusion.

"But what about Steve and his friends! Surely it would be better to wait until after lunch?" Panicking and thinking quickly I responded.

"That's even more reason to go! I don't want their grubby hands all over it!" I made sure to really push for it, letting tears well up in my eyes. Max looked at me once.

"But-" There was a moment of pause. "Fine, let's go find your necklace. We'll just have to hope we don't run into them." I jumped up excitedly and smiled brightly at Max.

"Thanks sweety, you're the best!"

We both packed our things quickly moving to the back of the school and the same spot as before. We arrived there just in time to see Steve and friends just about to leave in the opposite direction. Suddenly Max reached out grabbing my shoulder and yanking me back. I stumbled back and may, or may not, have shrieked just a little louder than necessary. This of course notified the bullies of our presence, and they came swaggering over, led by Steve.

"We'd almost given up on you coming back, but I guess Katy here just couldn't resist us." I can already see the bulge on Steve's pants and that of his cronies. Once more that overwhelming excitement floods my chest, my heart begins beating faster. I felt like I might be growing addicted to this feeling.

"As if, I just lost something and we came to look for it," I said, climbing to my feet and moving to look Steve directly in his (dreamy) eyes.

"Whatever you say, it's all the same to me." Steve walked over to Max and gave a harsh and swift punch to the gut, sending him tumbling to the ground. "There'll be more where that came from if you try to get up. Now back to you." He turned to face me once more, "I think, seeing as you were fifteen minutes late, you deserve fifteen smacks on your bottom. And since you're wearing the wrong pants, you'll have to take those off first." My heart rate climbed even higher. Hoping he would follow through.

"Don't you dare!" I yelled feigning indignance. In reality I was struggling to keep up the farce. I wanted Max to think of me as a good girl, as his girlfriend. I genuinely loved him and wanted nothing but the best for our relationship. But something inside me craved this, the humiliation, the eyes of the men as they stripped me, it all felt so good.

"Hurry up or I'll make it thirty!" Steve snapped, sitting down on the bench and motioning for me to lay across his lap.

"Fine then," I said before I began eagerly unbuttoning my pants for Steve. Then I paused looking over to Max. How would this look to Max I have to stay strong! Steve looked to me and sighed.

"Well come on boys, form a wall!" He said. The rest of the jocks shuffled over and stood shoulder to shoulder, blocking Max from seeing me, and me from seeing him. I dropped my pants quickly and eagerly climbed into Steve's lap feeling his hard cock poking at my belly made me only wetter. He loudly and harshly brought his hand down on my butt. I gasped out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. One I thought to myself feeling my pussy gush at the treatment.

Another smack. I almost moaned before I remembered Max. Two, and then another smack. Three. We were only three in and the pain pleasure mix had my brain swimming in a lake of euphoria. I shuddered and felt myself growing only more aroused as blows 4 through 13 struck my bottom. Smack! Fourteen. I thought as Steve brought his hand roughly down on my ass. And the final smack, Fifteen, I shuddered as a small orgasm rolled through me. The **** had grown harder with each slap, and he'd changed the pace to keep me on my toes. Now finished, Steve grabbed me under my shoulders and stood me up once more.

"Come feel how warm her butt is!" Steve called out and quickly his men circled in on me. Then pleasure exploded through my body. One of the men grabbed at my breasts and I nearly moaned out loud as his rough hand caressed my sensitive nipple.

"Oh wow, she's not wearing a bra for us!" he exclaimed.

"I didn't do it for you, I thought my boyfriend might like it." I swore defiantly, denying to them and myself, what I would later understand was the truth.

"Whatever, all the same to us!" Steve's man chuckled slipping his hand under my shirt to play with my boobs directly.

"You better leave it off from now on, or else we'll have to strip it and your top off," Steve chimed in. I shuddered at the threat. I'll have to wear one... to defy him... not to be stripped naked... no I don't want that at all. I lied to myself in my own mind.

"I don't care about you and your stupid threats, I'm going to do - ow! Don't pinch so hard - what I want no matter what you threaten!" The pain faded quickly as the man began pinching my nipples more gently. They continued to fondle my breasts directly under my shirt and my red, sore ass as I twitched under their hands. I let a few quiet moans slip out when I came a few times as they felt me up. But I believe I managed to keep them quiet enough that Max couldn't hear them. After all I didn't want him thinking I was some easy whore.

Once more the jocks finished with me before I'd realized leaving me standing with my pants around my ankles as I roiled in the pleasure of my last orgasm. Suddenly I came back to my senses seeing Max watching me I pulled my pants up and covered my breasts. Though likely not before he'd seen the evidence of their pleasuring. Though my ass was pushed out so I think he missed how wet my panties were, the white underwear was practically see through showing off my pussy to the men around me as I pulled my pants up. A few wandering fingers had even slid in and caressed me directly as they fondled me through nearly a dozen small orgasms.

The jocks wandered off again, leaving the two of us alone.

"Well I guess we might as well look for your necklace then." Max said, my brain still addled from pleasure I nearly slipped up and gave myself away.

"My wha- Oh yes, let's have a look around!"

We spent the remainder of our lunch "looking" before I finally "found" it just as the bell rang.

"It was right where you said you'd already looked, good thing I double checked." I lied to Max putting the blame on him seemed to alleviate some of my guilt.

We headed off to our separate classes. And once Max left the groping continued, each of the jocks I shared class with came to me for the rest of the day brazenly grabbing at my boobs in front of the whole class and fondling me despite my honestly weak protests. During final period, which is one of the ones I shared with Steve he sat next to me and fingered me the whole class under the desk in the back. I came repeatedly at his ministrations irritated that he could feel every twitch and pulse of my orgasms on his soaked fingers. Once class ended he made me suck his fingers clean before letting me leave to go meet with Max.

Afterwards Max and I met for a quick goodbye at the bus stop before heading home. That night I squirmed on my bed fingers buried inside of myself as my I rubbed myself frantically to a powerful orgasm remembering the pleasure of being so humiliated before Steve and his jock friends. I was definitely growing addicted to the excited feeling in my chest, because I craved it for the next day and knew I would do whatever it took to get it.