The lesson

As the lesson began, you realized that no one was showing interest in the discussion. The apathy continued until Tommy, who was sitting on the other side of the class, raised his hand.

"Hey, Janice..." He spoke without being called. You did know Mrs. Love's first name was Janice, but calling her that in class was daring. Or was it now? She looked over to him.

"Yes, Mr. Lyn? What is it?" Okay, that was just ironic now... Her calling him Mr. Lyn...

"Well, I was paired with the cunt and Isabella in the last lesson, and I think cunt should read her homework." Nadine blushed but she stood up without further delay, walking in front of the class.

You lean over to the girl you had been asking questions of earlier. "What was the homework, again? I must have forgotten." She didn't seem to mind answering your questions anymore.

"We were teamed up in groups for this. Always one guy and one or two girls. The task was simple. Mrs. Love just wanted to check on our writing skills, so the guys decided on topic, perspective and length, and the girls wrote it." She didn't even look at you while explaining.

As Nadine stood in front of the class you were pretty sure that every guy in class was solely focused upon her body. Your eyes were jumping from her tits, to her almost uncovered pussy, to her tits again. Just then she started the reading of her homework:

"Why I should be ****, fisted, spanked and spat on daily... By Nadine Yang... Wished for by Thomas Lyn. The rules were that the essay must be written from a first person singular perspective, the topic being the title, as well as that I would have to find a number of reasons for every topic listed. The text needs to have at least 600 words..." she sighed and whispered more and more as she went on. The class remained completely silent so everyone could hear her every word.

"Also he made some further requests... I have to insult myself at all possible times. If I don't sound like a whore reading this, I have failed to do my homework. I also should include how I personally react to being treated like this. The class should be able to vote at the end of the reading on whether I did good on this part..." Then she started, having the undivided attention of everyone in the class.

"First part: Why I should be spanked daily.
I should be spanked daily, because first, the little pain I would feel from getting my slutty ass spanked, is nothing, compared to the joy it might bring a man to feel me up. I should be happy that my fat and ugly body is good for something like entertaining a man by just sticking my ass in his direction so he can spank me.

I also should be spanked daily, because I am a whore who deserves it." At this moment, her necklace buzzed up, marking her lieing, tho nobody seemed to care. "Because I am a dirty bitch, I have to be spanked often. I need to learn that my rightful place is on a man's cock. Of course I also need to be spanked daily because I am such a cunt that I only feel good if I am being hit hard. I will never be happy unless my ass is being spanked until it is dark red and I am no longer able to sit down for days. If this happens, I will kneel down instead of sitting and wait for orders or more spankings. That is why you all should all feel free to spank me daily.

Second part: Why I should be spat on daily.
I should be spat on daily, because it tastes so good. I love to swallow your spit almost as much as your cum. So please spit into my mouth to feed me --- of course only if you are not already busy fucking my throat. I will be very happy if you spit on me, because it reminds me, that I have to kneel in front of you, so it can hit me easier. If you spit on me, I will let it stay on me and feel honored for being touched by something like your spit, because it is worth more than me. That is why you all should feel free to spit on me daily.

Third part: Why I should be **** daily.
I should be **** daily, because I am a girl. Every girl deserves to get **** often, because we are too stupid to know what real **** is. So please **** us often, so we get to learn and remember how it feels. I, of course, am such a slut that I always enjoy being ****. If my pussy is not wet for you, it is just because I am too stupid to realize how good you are treating me. I, of course, will always agree to be **** by anyone who wants me. I am a walking cunt, so no matter where you stick your dick, I will always feel good with having it inside me. Please feel free to **** all my holes daily. I will gladly stay undressed for however long it may take for you to get ready and will remain in position until you are done **** me. If you choose to **** me, alone or with friends, either would be fine. I will never fight back, unless you tell me to do something about it. You should feel free to slap my slutty face or whatever you like. Because that is what girls are there for, right?"

The last words were spoken so provocatively that this homework assignment suddenly sounded very ironic.
Clever girl. She made the whole thing so over the top that she did not have to humiliate herself too much. Even tho, the constant buzzing for her lies makes the statements who are not being proven false much worse, but I guess she couldn't dodge that.

"Last part: Why I should be fisted daily.
I should be fisted daily, because it feels SO good. There is nothing that makes a whorish bitch like me feel better than having your fist rammed up my cunt or my asshole. Please feel free to fist me on a regular basis. I don't need lube for your fists, or be aroused for it at all. Just thrust it in forcefully, because I should be grateful for it. I should be fisted daily, because it is the only way to treat a girl properly. I will react to it by screaming out your name and maybe my stupid brain will call you something like a fucktard or an asshole if you do it, but of course I won't really mean that. I will totally be okay with you sticking your fist in me, so you should do that all the time, please."

She put down her papers and looked at the class. As you followed her line of sight, you saw her glaring first at Tommy, then at some other guys and girls. Most of them were shocked at her daring text. You didn't need to ask someone in order to realize Nadine's homework recital had been very much 'in your face'-like, even for this new school of yours.