Punishments earned

Suzy didn't talk much, as the four of them headed off toward their next lesson. The blonde-pigtailed boy's bright red lipstick was smeared across one cheek and there were distinct trails of trickling mascara leading down from each eye. Franceska didn't blink as she led the little party into a bathroom on the way, helping the sissy's slightly shaking hands to dig into his glittery bag of tricks and fix all this. Jesse found himself drawn in once again to that unusual feeling of camaraderie. They were all in this together, helping to wipe the slight trails of semen dribbling from the corners of each other's mouths. Painting smiles back on to faces that had to go back out into a world that saw them as little more than holes to shove things into. He finally brought himself to recount the events of his previous afternoon to them and was washed over with commiserating support.

Hearing the unfortunate tale finally seemed to break through Suzy's wall of silence. The other sissy seemed almost glad to hear that such a misfortune had occurred to his new-found friend, though he offered a long, squeezing hug and ounces of pity. Once again, Jesse was struck by the feeling there was some level of jealousy and rivalry in the way the more overtly-feminine teen looked at him. As if this other pretty, little boyslut was somehow stepping on the toes of what Suzy thought of as his lone, true calling. There was a desperation to please, in those cutesy mannerisms and bag full of cosmetics… That Jesse's own brand of natural, self-doubting submissiveness seemed to undercut.

"Oh, Lovely! I had no idea! No wonder you looked so nervous when we pulled up next to you this morning… Those dirty dropouts should all be rounded up and locked away! Stealing other people's money just to **** you! What if whoever's tablet that was traces the payment and gets you in trouble?!"

This was not a prospect that had even crossed Jesse's mind… but it now began burning a hole there. Surely nobody would think a student would steal a flexitab and purchase themself? ...Unless they were a newcomer to a tough and prestigious school… and wanted to boost their grades without being actually abused… Suddenly a whole new world of danger seemed to open up around him. A new level to the hierarchy stacked above. His chances of being punished for things had very little to do with being guilty.

Suzy was still talking though, recounting his own misadventures over the lunch hour:

"I had such trouble finding someone to service for my punishment… the others who got out first had grabbed the only people around! So, eventually I just heard some men shouting things to each other in this yard place. They were fixing construction robots and all so dirty-looking. But I didn't have time to be picky… You should have seen their faces when I wobbled in and asked them to fuck my face as hard as they c-could…"

The falter in Suzy's voice, and image of that prim sissy in his skirt and heels marching into a workman's yard, spoke volumes. The state of his elaborate makeup afterwards made a lot more sense now. They must have had a field day, taking turns to slam between those pouting lips.

"Silvertongue was right though… Daddy has never done that to me…"