With more clothing alterations

Lilian stirred awake, the rational part of her mind catching up to the animistic side that had taken over. She still had an awful taste in her mouth, her hair had been completely messed up and what little was left of her panties had been soaked by whatever wetness had poured out of her. Her mind was in a worse state. She felt shame and humiliation deep in her gut, but wasn't sure why she felt that way.

Thinking back on what happened deepened the shame, but also filled her with butterfly's. Something about having her mouth around that cock while another man lapped up her pussy made her feel giddy and light and fulfilled! So why did she also feel like it was wrong?

She hadn't learned much from this first day of school, but she was beginning to understand how much she didn't know. John had done something to her with his mouth that had unleashed something inside of her and maybe she had done the same to Tim? He certainly seemed to be experiencing pleasure and those muscles spasms like she was?

Lilian wasn't sure her feelings of guilt or shame would go away, but she resolved to keep pushing forward and explore this new side of her. After all, could something that made people feel so good be bad at all?

Her musings on the subject put to rest, she sat back up to look for her clothes. The boys had left her to rest after, but not before making a few changes to her clothes.

Her skirt was not less of a skirt and more of a belt really, covering her up only slightly more than one would. Her ass would be completely exposed and her pussy would likely be perfectly visible if she moved at more than a brisk walk.

Her top had fared slightly better than the skirt. It still covered just over fifty percent of her tits, stopping just below her her nipples and exposing the bottom half of her puffy areolas.

Lilian felt like she should be mad at them for ruining her clothes, especially given how little she already had. While Lilian didn't know a lot about current fashion trends, she know from observation that no girl was wearing anything even close to something like this. It would be humiliating to wear, doubly so with the uneven job they had done in cutting it.

But as she thought about how shameful and humiliating it would be to wear it, the more her pulse began to quicken. The desires and tension she felt before her body was wracked with intense pleasure crept back. She hadn't a clue why these two feelings seemed to be linked, but she had to discover more about it.

When she finally left the art room she realised it must already be lunch as the hallways were once again filled with students. Every one of them stared at her with a range if different expressions.

Most boys smiled, winked, whistled. salivated or blushed as she walked by and, trying to be courteous, she smiled back at them. The girls who stared had much of the same reactions, but a sizable portion looked at her with disgust. More than the complements, or the boys taking pictures of her, it was these looks that got Lilian the most.

Maybe it was because she had been a good girl her entire life. Never doing anything wrong or having her parents even be disappointed in her. Maybe that was why she got such a rush from the way those girls stared at her.

"Hey babe" The voice cut through her thoughts and left her stunned for what came next.

SMACK

The sharp feeling against her butt cheek shook her as the boy laughed and walked off. She'd never been spanked before! Why was this random boy the first to do so?

But before she could question the boy who was walking off, to more teens approached her from behind.

SMACK SMACK

The each targeting a different cheek, their hands taking the time to grab her ass after. She wheeled around to confront them but they scampered off before she could grab then.

What Lilian didn't know, was that in addition to the adjustments to her clothes, they boys had painted two words onto her ass cheeks. Those words were SLAP and ME, one on each cheek and in a bold eye-catching black.

Lilian didn't understand why her ass was under ****, but she needed to do something about it.