Swirley

Taylor can’t help but laugh right in front of Sophia’s face. Seriously?

“What the hell’s so funny, Hebert? Realizing your life is a joke?”

Sophia punctuated it by stepping closer, bumping into Taylor with her chest and standing straighter.

“The only joke here is you,” Taylor said. She flicked on her power and watched in delight as Sophia’s posture shrunk, her eyes darting to the floor. “What’s wrong? No witty come back?”

Now Taylor was the one who stepped forward, snorting as Sophie quickly stumbled back and collided with the same bathroom door she’d just came out of.

“J-just get lost, Hebert,” she stammered.

“You’re the one that ran into me, aren’t you going to apologize?”

Sophia just continued having a staring contest with the floor.

“No? Fine.”

And with that Taylor opened the bathroom door, Sophia falling backwards onto the tile. There were a few girls at the sinks chatting but they s scrammed once they saw Taylor with her power running at full steam. Pity, she wouldn’t have minded a few people see what she was about to do to the school’s star athlete.

The door was starting to close as Sophia scrambled for the exit on her hands and knees. She was fast, but Taylor grabbed the empty belt loop of Sophia’s denim shorts to stop her. Taylor wasn’t strong, but she had the leverage and pulled to drag Sophia further into the bathroom and towards the stall, watching as her ass ate up those shorts while she continued to try crawling away. The door closed and her fate was sealed, there was no way anyone would come in here once word got around that Taylor was in here. A slap to Sophia’s underbutt was all it took for her to stop writhing around. God, it really was a nice butt, toned and firm and very much on display as Taylor lifted up on the belt loop with both hands. Sophia squealed and it was like music to her ears.

“As much as I love that sound, I’m still not hearing an apology.”

“I’m sorry okay! Just leave me alone!”

“That’s rich coming from the bitch who wouldn’t leave me alone for god knows how long. No, just saying sorry so you can avoid punishment isn’t enough.”

Taylor nudged a stall door open.

“Do you know how many lunches I had to spend in here hiding from you?”

“Please, just, ow, ow, ow!”

Taylor pulled Sophia into the stall by her shorts, letting go only to grab her hair and lift her head over the toilet.

“No, of course you don’t. It was all just fun for you all, wasn’t it. Well, tell me if this is fun too.”

Taylor shoved Sophia’s head into the toilet bowl and then tossed a leg over her body so she was straddling her at the neck, not pressing down to apply any real ****, but preventing her from lifting her head back out. Taylor reached forward and slipped her hands underneath Sophia’s shorts, fishing around and groping her until finally grabbing a hold of her thong. She pulled and Sophia squealed, legs kicking in pain from the wedgie. Taylor drowned out her mewling by flushing the toilet, giving Sophia the swirley that she knew would ensure she’d never mess with Taylor again.

But that wasn’t enough, she had to fully humiliate her.