fight

"I don't think so, Rachel," you say defiantly.

"What did you say to me?" Rachel says, incredulously.

You gain some confidence and, in a clear, confident voice, you say, "I said I don't think so, Rachel."

"Julia, Ella, help me out here," Rachel commands her two lackeys. Before you know it, Julia and Ella have grabbed your arms and **** you over Rachel's knee. Julia quickly secures both of your arms, allowing Ella to take control of your legs. You struggle with all your might, but this doesn't stop Rachel from flipping up your skirt and pulling down your panties. "Somebody, get me my paddle from my locker," she says. She has a paddle in her locker? You can't quite take that in.

You look behind you and see somebody hand Rachel a large, menacing paddle with holes in it to cut down on air resistance. THWACK! You let out a loud scream as the paddle thrashes down on your exposed ass. "Ballgag," Rachel says and you soon find a ballgag being thrust into your mouth and strapped onto your head. Once the gag has been secured, Rachel begins using her paddle to rain terrible blows down upon your bare ass, each one harder than the last, until after a dozen or so of the vicious cracks, you're a blubbering, quivering mess and have lost the energy to resist.

Like a surgeon, Rachel keeps calling out for tools. "Get me the butt plug from the sissy's locker," she says. You struggle again at hearing this, but Rachel starts massaging the area around your asshole. You involuntarily start moaning and you can feel your nipples and penis start hardening. She inserts a finger and probes gently into your anus. You realize her grip on you has now weakened and you think you can kick free.