Wendy escorts Jo to English class

Still clutching his book to his chest, Joe really was confused as he followed Wendy upstairs to English. The chastity belt was distracting, making it hard for him to figure out why things here didn’t seem right. But until he could figure out what was wrong, he docilely followed Wendy into English class.

“Hey Wendy, who’s your friend?” said a tall muscular boy, sitting splayed our on a desk in the front of the room. “She’s hot!”

Wendy leaned over to Jo and whispered “Ignore him. He’s an ass.”

Jo nodded, but realized he had no idea where to sit in this class, or even if there were assigned seats. Wendy was introducing Jo to another girl when the tall boy from earlier grabbed Jo around the waist and pulled her into his lap, one arm around her waist, holding her in place as she squirmed on his lap, with his other hand moving under her skirt, teasing her thigh.

“Relax gorgeous. I’ll make everything good for you. I’m Allen, your new boyfriend.” His finger began tracing along the elastic of the trapped girl’s leg opening on her panties.

Joe could feel Allen’s erection growing, as he tried to stand up. Allen’s arm kept him in place. It was when Allen’s finger traced along the front of his chastity belt that Joe let out a little yelp.

“Get off of her!” Wendy said loudly, pulling Jo off of Allen’s lap. “She’s not interested!”

“A few weeks in that belt and she’ll be all over me,” Allen said with a leer, then high fiving another boy.

“And what is going on?” Mr Marcone said, walking into the class. “Is there a reason for all this commotion? And you, new girl, let me see your schedule!”

Joe docilely handed his schedule to the imposing Mr. Marcone and waited.

“I see,” Mr Marcone said. “Class, this is a new student, Jo Parks. I expect you to welcome her and treat her with respect.”

“I’ve got a treat she’ll respect,” Allen muttered under his breath to his friends.

“One more comment like that, Mr Hanson,” Mr Marcone said, glaring at the teen, “and you’ll be spending the next week in detention.

“Jo, please take a seat and class will begin.”

Jo took an empty seat next to Wendy and a few girls he recognized from his cosmetology class. He first sat down and gave a small gasp as his ass hit the cold chair. He stood a little and then smoothed his skirt under his ass to keep it off the chair

Mr Marcone handed a text book to Jo and returned to the front of the class. He began discussing the literary classic they were about to begin reading.

Joe, still feeling that something really wasn’t right here but really couldn’t identify it, got out a pen and some paper and began taking notes

“Jo!” Wendy whispered to her new friend. “Cross your legs!”

Joe looked at her, then looked down, realizing his legs were spread and if anyone looked, would be able to see his panties. Blushing, he crossed his legs and returned to taking notes.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang, with Mr Marcone giving the class a reading assignment. Wendy smiles at Jo as they stood. “We have lunch next. But I want to make a stop before then, OK?”

Jo smiled and nodded. There were worse thugs than getting to hang out with a cute schoolgirl. He helped again as Allen’s hand went under the back of his skirt and pinched his ass. Joe wheeled around and glared at the boy.

“C’mon, babe. You know you want it!” Allen said.

Wendy put her arm through Jo’s and pulled the girl along. “He’s not worth it. There are cuter guys here anyway.

“Now c’mon. We need to time this right and then we’ll get to lunch.”

“Where are we going?” Jo asked, following timidly along.