Spank them.

"You know, not very long ago, children who couldn't behave were bent over a knee and spanked until they cried." you say and **** your fingers deeper into the girls pussies, "If it worked in the past, why shouldn't it work now?"

"Don't you dare..." one of the racist girls begins, frightened. But she never finishes her sentence, because you pull your finger out of her pussy and yank her trousers down. "Would you like to help me punish them for their bad behavior?" you ask the black girl.

"I would love to," the black girl answers enthusiastically, and grabs the second girl by the collar, "Not so tough anymore?"

The girl mumbles something you don't understand while you and your new assistant drag the racist girls with their pants around their ankles to a nearby bench.

"How about we start with 20?" you ask and sit down. You pull your victim over your lap and hold her tight as she struggles a lot, but at least she stays quiet.

"20?" the black girl asks as she sits down next to you, "They hit me more times than that. How about 30 spanks on each bare, slutty ass?"

"Well, ok," you agree, "but only because it's your first time."

"Well, I had some training with my last boyfriend," the black girl says happily, "maybe that's the reason we broke up."

You laugh and pull your victim's panties down.

"Please, no," the girl on your lap begs quietly.

"Relax, it will just hurt a little bit. Well, maybe a lot." With that you bring your down hard on the girls ass. She yells in shock and pain. but you simply continue to spank her. Again and again your hand makes contact with the girls already pink ass. You reached 30 Spanks and add five more just for fun. Both girls have red butts now and tears in their eyes. One of them starts to cry openly. As you let them go they crawl away in shame. You enjoy the view as they go.

"Well that was… sort of fun." the black girl says, "Can I call you if they make more trouble?"

"Sure, why not?" you answer, "Take my number, and if you hear a girls voice on the other end, then it's Jane. Be friendly to her." You give her your phone number. She gladly takes it and seems to think for a moment then leans forward and kisses you.

"Don't tell your girlfriend," she says smirking and walks away.

"Oh, Jane isn't my girlfriend she's my..." you stop before you call her your **** in public. Instead, you simply don't call her anything and just head to class.