Senior, a volunteer

Mostly she had volunteered to go on the block and become a **** on a dare. But the fantasy of being a **** girl was arousing, for many of her fantasies involved being under the power of a Master, always a man, usually one who loved her and treated her lovingly even as he demanded unwavering obedience that she willingly gave. Yet, inevitably, a girl, as hard as a girl tries cannot always be perfect, and being punished by her Master—Daddy she called him—was a big part of what lead to her most satisfying orgasms.

The girl had no illusions that whoever won her would be the man of her reveries, but she imagined that her _owner _would at least be nice to her. If I'm willing to be his **** he owes me that, she rationalized. Foolishly, she didn't realize that willingness, appealing as that might be to some men and boys, had little to do with how a **** was likely be treated. Willing or not she would have to comply with orders she was given, and many men and boys would even prefer her to be unwilling, so they could punish her. Being a **** and being punished was part of the agreement, though punishments always had to be announced in advance and carried out in public to avoid any (really the worst) abuses.

The girl had picked out a few boys she wouldn't mind being owned by, but her preference was to be owned by her math teacher. He was strong and sexy and a heartthrob for whom many girls lusted. Also, once when handing her back a graded test he had touched her breast with the backs of his fingers. He didn't give any indication that he noticed, and she always wondered if his touch was intentional or an accident. Either way, she often let him punish and fuck her in her fantasies.

The girl was pretty and cute, and her body was sexy. She was prime meat, to put it unkindly, and bidding for her was fierce. All the boys she wanted to be her owner wanted her, and she was thrilled that her math teacher was bidding for her too. Faculty, generally having more money than students, had the edge at the auction, and the girl tried to follow the patter as the auctioneer pointed to bidders and called out numbers.

The girl kept her head lowered and her eyes submissively to the ground, as she had been taught. The bidding slowed and finally stopped. She looked to her math teacher, expecting him to come forward, take the lead around her neck, and lead her away to **** her do his bidding. But the math teacher did not move.

The girl was confused, then horrified, as she saw the hated janitor, the biggest perv in the school, in the whole school system, coming for her. She flashed on the thought of the spy hole into the girls' locker room that it was rumored he always looked into at changing times. No, no, not him, the girl thought with horror.

But it was him, and he gave a sadistic grin, as he watched the girl's expressions of disgust and fear.