Someone who put a troublemaker in Time-Out.

She blinked at the faucet of rushing water in front of her eyes.

Ella jumped back with a start, jerking her head left and right; the cheerleader suddenly startled and confused. She was in the bathroom? Ella could have sworn she was just in the cafeteria, sitting at her regular table, but now she was in one of the bathrooms. She shook her head and tried hard to remember how she got here.

She saw... Aida's sister. They locked eyes and...

Ella frowned as she remembered getting up. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she took a step towards the Sarah girl before everything went fuzzy. She looked down and felt relief and saw her purse next to her. She wanted to get her phone and see how long it's been. However, Ella suddenly found herself in a strange corundum. Her hands had been holding the sink the entire time, but she couldn't let go. Her hands were gripping the ceramic sides of the sink and wouldn't obey her.

"Wha-EEK" Ella started and ended with a squeal as suddenly she felt a warm slap of a hand against her ass. Her bare ass. Ella shot her eyes up, but the mirror showed no one behind her before she looked down as the sink blocked the sight of her lower body. However, she could feel just fine, and Ella felt fear as she realized her skirt and panties were around her legs, her bottom exposed to whoever hit her or anyone that would come in. The warmth of the sting quickly fading as she viciously looked around.

"W-what the fuck!" She hollered, "Who the fuck is there!?"

There was no response, no sounds other than her, and the bathroom uncharacteristically stood silent for a school day. She felt a trepidation but the moments dragged on uneventfully. By all indicators, she was alone but... she felt like something was here, biding its time, as she futilely struggled to reclaim the use of her hands.

"Let me go!" Ella yelled to the emptiness. She cringed, expecting a slap this time, but still, the silence carried on. She felt unnerved, a strange fear she had been left alone, as her body rejected her commands to move away. Time dragged on. The faucet kept running.

Ella wanted to yell for help but... the prideful cheerleader didn't want to be found with her hands gripping a sink and her ass bared to the room. Time felt like it had no meaning. Had it been only a few moments since she came in, or had it been hours? Her brain felt so foggy.

Ella groaned as she shifted her position as much as she could, but her feet seemed as locked into position as her uncompromising hands. She shivered as she began to feel strangely cold, isolated, and alone. She couldn't help but remember the warm sting the slap left on her rear.

"P-please, someone-" Before she could say help, another slap finally spanked her rear again, again, and again.

Each one seemed to shift something in her, and she gasped as she felt a pained pleasure. Her arousal from the cafeteria returning as her mind concentrated on the sensation. She had never understood why some people found spanking erotic till now, and as her naughty ass was punished, Ella couldn't help but imagine how good it would feel to make Aida feel the same as her.

-Minutes Ago-

Sarah had no idea how she did it. When she saw the lead cheerleader stand up and start towards her, she somehow could feel that the girl was ready to create some sort of trouble. It was like she could feel the cheerleader had an intense desire to instigate a conflict, to humiliate someone, and was deadset on getting some sort of answer from Sarah.

So Sarah sent her away. She felt the essence of the succubus shape her frustrations and felt something inside of her drawn out and sent at the approaching cheerleader. It was with queer fascination that Sarah locked eyes with Ella again before... it felt like something deep inside Sarah gave Ella an order telepathically. The cheerleaders now vacant eyes turning away as the cheerleader changed direction and walked out of the cafeteria.

Sarah only became aware of her anger as she grabbed a food tray. It had been there, bubbling under the surface, as she knew the cheerleader was only interested in her br- In Aida for some reason. Everyone wanted Aida and not her. Still, she felt a sort of queer satisfaction over the sudden feeling of control she had. Maybe... her frustration over being the succubi's 'lustful battery' might actually pay off as she had promised in her dreams.

Fine. Sarah grabbed her tray and made her way to Aida's table. However, while walking, she couldn't help but fantasize about dragging the uppity cheerleader into a bathroom and making the naughty bitch squeal and beg for a good spanking. If only she had that kind of power...

_Focus! _She scolded herself. Before anything, she needed to talk to Aida about what the fuck was happening and... What. the. hell. Is her sibling doing with their hand under the table!?