Pain and excitement

The nice thing about acting class was you got an immediate grade. The bad thing about acting class was you got an immediate grade. As soon as the last performance was assigned a score, the professor turned to me and said "in accordance with the new TRAP statutes you no longer have full rights as a person. It is my duty to inform you of this." The professor shuffled off. Mark got a shine in his eyes that made me feel like prey. I felt bad since I risked his grade also. He said "Grace, I know you thought I was a dumb jock, but I work as hard on my classes as I do sports and a less trained eye than our professor would have graded us the same as he did with every other pair. You aren't leaving here with your shorts." I looked down at the floor, then the clasp on my shorts. I opened it and took my shorts off.

I was embarrassed I hadn't taken my pants off in front of others almost ever and never in front of boys I hardly knew. I was going to follow the rules. I didn't really have a choice. Sure enough, as I stood there in my t-shirt and panties, I felt a breeze on my bottom and pussy. Unfortunately, I hadn't worn any of my new, dark colored underwear. I wore the same brief-type white panties I had worn through school since I needed to focus on my tests and not how sexy I felt in black lacy panties. My classmates gasped at the combination of my juvenile panties and the small wet spot that was spreading from the crotch. Oh my gosh, I knew I always felt turned on at the thought of being submissive, and that's what I always thought about when I was experimenting with my body. But I was embarrassed. I was glad to keep my shirt since my breasts were small and I was ashamed but my butt was relatively plump which boys and some girls seemed to like, but I thought it made me look... disproportionate. The intersection of humiliation and excitement meeting for the first time in front of anyone, much less my entire class was a strange sensation and I couldn't decide how I felt about it or maybe couldn't admit to myself.

Anyways, the show was over. My classmates had seen the high-achieving Asian girl flunk a test in her first week and lose her shorts over it. Whatever, it wasn't the worst thing to ever happen over a bad grade and I had honestly feared worse. As I made my way across campus, there was a couple with the guy who was checking out my butt and his girlfriend caught him. She called me over and was angry. She said "hey TRAPo, come here, now". I walked to them and she led me to the quad and over to the side where there were some bushes and trees. She reached up and picked off thin branch. Her boyfriend looked confused, but I knew exactly what this was and started to plead "Please, please don't. Not here. You can use my dorm." I felt a tear in the corner of my right eye. She turned as she was stripping the leaves off the branches and said, "oh, I didn't even think about whipping you here, but it's not a bad idea. Although you mostly know freshman, so maybe I should take you in front of your dorm to get what you deserve. You are obviously getting extras since you thought you had a right to speak to me though. Dave, when you were a freshman, where did folks hang out?" Dave said "mostly at the volleyball courts behind the freshman dorms or the student union". Dave's girlfriend said, "yeah, the volleyball courts. That's where we are headed".

The girlfriend grabbed my arm and marched me to the volleyball court where my classmates and dormmates were enjoying. Some were playing volleyball, some were making burgers, some were reading and some were tanning. There were plenty of thin, Asian female freshman so I though most of my other classmates might forget since it wasn't extremely rare to get confused for someone else. Usually it was frustrating to say the least, but it may play in my favor here. Sasha and Mark were there too. Bad news since they knew exactly who I was. Dave chimed in "Mary, is this really necessary?" Mary said "it is and if you would behave it would help young ladies like this avoid punishment". Mary barked "bend over and grab your ankles". I did and by this time my wet spot was massive. I seemed to be excited by being scolded, marched around and put in front of my classmates. Then my panties seemed to disappear but I found them again at my ankles.

The switch came down. SWISH. I howled. I guessed I must have been switched around 15 times. I cried hard like other times I experienced corporal punishments, but this time I was getting wetter and wetter as it happened. That didn't mean it didn't hurt or sting, but I was also getting wet. After my chastisement, Mary told me to stand with my nose on the volleyball poll for a half hour and she would be back to check. I couldn't help but to want to touch my pussy. I didn't need to worry about it since an boy walked up and insisted I strip all my clothes, which I did. Another boy came to inspect and feel the switch marks and wanted to put a stick in my bottom, but an older girl was nearby and stopped him, suggesting she had an embarrassing jeweled butt plug that would be better and cause discomfort without jagged edges. The boy agreed and she went to get it. Thankfully, she came back with not only the plug, but also lube.

I hadn't even had much experience putting anything but my fingers in my vagina, much less my bottom. I would have never risked having toys at home. The girl told me she got the smallest one she had, but it if I hadn't done this before, it would still hurt. She was right. Even spreading my recently punished cheeks hurt then came the plug. After I grunted and almost cried again putting it in, I felt soo full. True to her word, Mary came back and allowed me to leave, Dave had seemed to lose sympathy and just looked happy Mary was over it. The episode was over and most of the other freshman were nervous to demand much of Grace.

Grace didn't see anyone else seeming to suffer such an indignity until another girl at the court who had just finished playing checked her phone and looked shocked. Her friends asked if she was ok, and she showed them her phone, too upset to speak. They took a step back, not knowing what to do. two of them checked their phones and did not seem alarmed. Others caught on and a few guys started heading that direction. Some others checked their phones and a very tall, beautiful girl who had been playing volleyball took a break and checked her phone. "No, no, no this can't happen I studied for that class". She was apparently a low scorer and was distraught. It seemed unlike acting, other classes took a bit of time to grade and those grades were coming in. Grace saw the TA from her English class coming toward the dorm. She figured he had just finished grading and wanted to reap the fruits of his labor. She was going to take advantage of the scene to slip away to her room and hide there. Surely Sasha would help her hide out at least tonight.