No! He plans to punish you for being a bratty bitch.

Brad grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back hard. You whimper and whine, wondering if maybe he's going to make you suck his tongue in front of everyone for being such a cocktease. You certainly hope he does anyway. Instead, he spits in your face and then backhands it dry. "How dare you try to be a bully using my name? You honestly think your cunt is worth a fraction of the trouble you've caused me?"

You are stunned speechless. You had gotten so high on your power trip that you forgot it wasn't your power you were wielding, and you never considered what would happen if Brad didn't want to cash the rather expensive checks your mouth was writing. You try to do what little damage control you can, sniveling and sobbing, "I'm suh suh sorry! I promise I won't do it again!"

Brad lets go of your hair and for one sweet second, you think he's forgiven you. You realize that you are sorely mistaken when he slams your head down on the table with a THWACK! You are dazed and dizzy, the pain and peril not quite sinking in yet, but as he peels your jacket off and pulls your pants down so everyone in the cafeteria can see your soiled thong and fishnet stockings, both the throbbing headache and the crushing weight of your situation come crashing down on you. "Oh, you are about to find out what sorry is, sissy. I should have known you were a pump and dump faggot!"

SMACK SPANK SLAP

Brad spanks your ass causing it to ripple and redden. Everyone that wasn't already staring is devoting their full attention to your perverse public humiliation now. As if things weren't bad enough, your pantied prick is crushed hard against the table, and shamefully swelling with each shuddery slap. You look around and see people filming you on their phones and pointing and laughing. They certainly not laughing WITH you now. Your face is almost as red as your cheeks as Brad paddles your plump ass and everyone gathers around to gawk and giggle. Then, when things couldn't possibly get any worse...things get much more worse.

"Holy shit! Listen to this little sissy, everybody! Hear those whimpers he's making? I can tell you from experience...they ain't from pain. He's getting off on this! Watch..."

SMACKTHWACKSPANKCRACKSLAP

Your ass aches and stings and you bite your lip hard to stifle your scream. Brad has to be lying, surely you aren't getting off on this. And then you hear it. A muffled, "ah". Not borne of pain, which you are absolutely experiencing, but of the same anguished ecstasy you felt getting your ass pounded by the sadistic stud. He recognized the sound right away, you are just starting to notice how your cries of pain are bleeding into coos of pleasure, and the growing crowd is picking up on it as well.

It certainly doesn't help that your silk surrounded shaft is straining between the hard table and your soft stomach and that every blow makes it get squeezed that much harder and hotter. It doesn't help that humiliation and arousal have gone hand in hand with you for so long that they are practically inseperable, and just as getting turned on never fails to make you blush, getting teased can start to turn you on. A terrible, awful, evil idea wriggles into your head and then squirms deeper and deeper the more you try to dislodge it. What if you cum from getting spanked? It quickly grows to, what happens when everyone sees you cum from getting spanked. By the time it reaches, what will your new nickname be when everyone knows you came from getting spanked, it's far too late to silence the, "WHIMPER" as you flood your panties.

"This little beta bitch begged me to fuck the cum out of him this morning in exchange for protection, but it looks like he gets off on being bullied. I've never seen someone cum just from getting spanked, but far be it from me to kink shame him. However, I won't stand in the way of him and a good time. It's open season on his ass, both literally and figuratively. Have fun boys and girls, but remember to wash your hands after handling this piece of shit." Brad hurls a glob of spit on your flushed face as a going away present.

You lie panting, pantsed, and pantied in front of a sizable selection of the student body. You see bullies and betas you teased and tormented this morning eyeing your red ass and tear stained face with naked hunger and unvarnished hate. The only thing holding them back is the unspoken question of who gets you first. For your part, it's a moot question, because you know it's only a matter of time before every student in school bullies or buggers the cum out of you...and despite your terror, you can't help but feel a twinge of excitement.