AN: Glad the last chapter was okay, I was a little worried it might cross the line into ridiculous, lol. If not, I'm sure this one will. ;) And thanks for the suggestions! They spark a lot of ideas, but the shitty thing about writing is that it's so fucking SLOW! But with the fast pace I've set, hopefully we can get to the juicy stuff pretty quick. ;)
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Chapter 4:
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"You guys better hurry," Rosalie smiled, lounging in the bed with the sheet to cover her naked body. "It's past curfew."
Alice giggled and stepped into her miniskirt, shimmying it up onto her hips. Bella was shrugging on her blouse over her bra. They had snuck into Rosalie's private dorm in House Rose and now they had skedaddle back to House Violet.
"We're gonna get so in trouble if we're caught," Alice said, coming forward to give Rosalie a quick kiss goodnight.
"Just hurry and keep your head down," Rosalie said after their lips smacked.
Bella watched the kiss, most of her buttons done, and then came forward eagerly for her own. Rosalie kind of liked Bella a little more than she liked Alice—she liked the long dark hair—and she cupped Bella's neck to deepen the kiss for a second, pressing their lips together and causing Bella to kneel on the edge of the bed to keep her balance.
Alice felt a little flicker of jealousy but more importantly she needed her trophy. Rosalie's uniform was scattered on the floor where they left it and while Rosalie was preoccupied she quickly bent and scooped up the ribbon that lay like a red snake on the white blouse.
Rosalie finally released Bella and gave a smile just for her.
"See you tomorrow?"
Bella blushed, unable to answer, and Alice grabbed her hand.
"Come on," she said, grinning, "let's go."
They giggled from the door and waved once at the naked blonde in the bed and then they pulled the door closed and started quickly down the corridor.
Alice still had her blouse open, revealing a soft pink cotton bra, but she didn't bother buttoning it up. Instead she pulled the strip of red satin taut between both hands and brandished it above her head like ribbon she'd won in a fair.
"Ta da!" she cheered. "My latest trophy. You think she'll notice it's gone?"
Bella chuckled, tucking in her blouse. "You didn't have to steal it, you could've just asked her."
"Yeah, but I didn't want her to feel objectified or anything," Alice said, smiling at the ribbon. "I mean, that's why she broke up with Jane, because Jane treated her like a trophy, remember?"
"So you'll just objectify her behind her back then?"
"Well, how else would you do it?"
They giggled, quietly behind their hands, and started down the winding staircase. The staircase led into the common area of House Rose. It seemed totally empty but as Bella and Alice were scuttling past in their ruffled uniforms there rose from behind the couch two heads, one blonde, one red.
It was Jane and Victoria.
Bella and Alice froze for a second, worried that Jane might report them for breaking curfew, but technically Jane was breaking curfew as well. So they just glared, all of them but Victoria who was smiling. Her red hair fell lush and vibrant about her flushed face and her lips were pink and kiss-swollen. She flickered her eyes over the other two girls, almost invitingly.
They had been makingout and after a few seconds Jane turned back to Victoria and put her tongue directly into the other girl's mouth so that Bella and Alice could see, flinging her arms around the redhead's neck and leaning into her lewdly, moaning loud enough for Bella and Alice to hear across the room.
Alice snorted and continued out with Bella. They descended into the courtyard outside, the moon and the stars bright in the sky, and Bella snorted as well.
"She moved on pretty quick," she said. "I guess she's trying to make us jealous."
"It worked," Alice pouted, glancing back over her shoulder, the gravel crunching under their unlaced shoes. "Victoria's hot."
Bella smiled and shook her head.
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The next day they had an art class in the morning. They were supposed to pair off and draw a charcoal portrait of their partner but a minor squabble ensued with Bella, Angela, and Jessica each wanting to draw Alice and each prepared to stab each other with pencils for the honor. Until the teacher intervened and allowed all three of them to draw Alice, much to Alice's delight.
"This is so awesome," Angela was saying, all excited. "I can't believe we actually get to draw Alice for a class. I hope we have to do it for homework too."
"I'd rather draw her nude," Jessica said.
"I'd rather pose nude," Alice replied.
They giggled together and Bella smiled. Jessica's portrait wasn't coming out so well—she sucked at drawing—and she glanced at Angela's. Angela was the best artist in the class, her eyes darting up at her subject and back down to the picture as she shaded a pretty likeness onto the paper in an economy of pencil strokes, deft and sure, no wrinkle to her brow and no pursing of her lips. Jessica pouted at how much better Angela was than herself.
"How do you get the eyes so perfect?" she grumbled.
"They're not!" Angela blurted, as if such a thing was an insult. "Alice's eyes are waaaay prettier than anything I could ever draw. Even a photo wouldn't get them right. The only way to truly appreciate them is to look into them and stare and…and…"
She was gazing into Alice's eyes and she lost her train of thought. Alice hid a smile and Bella chuckled. Jane was eavesdropping nearby and she rolled her eyes. Bella looked at her drawing and at Alice.
"I can't get her hair right," she mentioned.
"Your hair is perfect to draw," Alice said, lowering her eyes to the paper and making a few strokes, eyes darting back up again. "I love how long and wavy it is."
Angela heaved a wistful sigh. "You're so lucky to have Alice draw you, Bella," she said. "After she's finished you should get it framed."
"Or you could just burn it because she's so ugly."
Jane's voice.
The four girls frowned and looked up. Jane had come sauntering over with a mean smile and she was looking at their work mockingly.
"Go away, Jane," Alice said.
But Jane was smirking at the portraits they were doing and she gave a chuckle of false admiration. "Wow, you guys are pretty good," she said. "You really captured how stupid Alice is."
Bella rose from her chair, the chair scraping back. A few girls looked over.
Bella looked Jane in the eyes coldly and said:
"What's your problem?"
"I'm not the one with the problem," Jane said. "You are."
Then she snatched one of the drawings off the table. It was Angela's and Angela gasped.
"Hey!"
"You better give that back," Bella said, glaring at Jane.
"Oooh," Jane said mockingly, holding the picture out of reach. "Big bad new girl, trying to act tough and impress her girlfriend."
"Give it back, NOW!"
"Oh yeah? Watch this."
Most of the class were looking over by now and with everyone watching Jane took the drawing in both hands and ripped it in half directly down the center.
The classroom gasped. The teacher had left the room a few minutes ago and wasn't back yet. Angela went sad. Jessica glared. Alice felt bad for Angela. Bella was staring at Jane with hatred and Jane ripped the portrait again into quarters.
"Ha ha!" she laughed obnoxiously, screwing the portrait into a ball of paper. "This is what Alice really is – a piece of trash!"
She threw the ball of paper across the room into a waste paper bin. With a triumphant grin she turned back to Bella and Bella—
Slapped her.
"Ooooohh!" the class echoed, a few grins blossoming about the room.
Jane couldn't believe it. She held her stinging cheek, eyes wide. Alice was alight with excitement. Angela looked frightened. Bella glared at Jane and suddenly Jane's face twisted.
"You bitch!" she snarled, and then she raised her hand and slapped Bella back.
Bella's face whipped aside, pain flaring in her cheek, and quickly spun back to Jane. Anger surged through her bones at this blonde little troll and suddenly she slapped her again.
It was a clumsy one this time and Jane quickly returned it.
Slap.
Slap.
They went to slap at the same time and their hands collided and then they started slapping with both hands, squealing and shrinking away from the blows, until Bella finally grabbed Jane and tackled her to the ground.
"Woo hoo!" called out a girl-jock with short hair. "Girl fight!"
Alice and Jessica and Angela were up from their chairs and half the class was up as well. They crowded about in a loose ring and began calling out encouragement to the fighter they favored as Bella and Jane rolled about, snarling and spitting and clawing at each other like cats, hair and legs flinging all over the place, flashes of panties up their skirts.
"Get her, Bella!"
"Kick her ass!"
"Pull her hair!"
"Bite her, bite her!"
Bella had finally gotten a good grip in Jane's hair when the teacher came back into the room and bustled through the ring of girls.
"What's going on here?! You two! Break that up right now!"
The spectators quieted down almost instantly, several of them already making discreet withdrawals back to their desks, wary of getting into trouble. Alice stepped back and bit her lip to keep from grinning. Angela looked distressed. Bella and Jane kept fighting until the teacher grabbed one of them by the collar and separated them forcibly.
"Okay, that's it! Both of you to the Headmistress's office, NOW!"
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Ten minutes later Bella and Jane were standing before the headmistress's desk. Silent. Waiting. Jane had a scratch on her cheek and Bella had a swollen lip. Their hair was sticking up all over the place as if they had just gotten out of bed. The collar of Jane's blouse was torn and half of Bella's blouse was untucked from her skirt.
The headmistress had barely looked at them. She had only told them to enter and now she was typing something at her desk. Bella and Jane grew nervous. They glanced at each other. The headmistress typed on, nor did she look up. She typed, and then she paused and read what she had written. Satisfied, she nodded to herself and clicked away the document. Then she closed the laptop and finally turned her dark eyes to the two girls standing before her desk.
She looked at one, then the other. Jane was glaring defiantly. Bella squirmed slightly. She didn't want to get in trouble. The headmistress looked at them for a measured minute and then she rose from her desk elegantly and came around to the front.
"Now," she said. "Who would like to tell me what happened?"
Bella and Jane looked at each other and then spoke at the same time.
"She started it."
"It was her fault."
The headmistress smiled. Her black hair fell long and straight and she was wearing a black skirtsuit and black stockings. Her lipstick was vibrant red.
"I see," she said. "Started what?"
"Well—"
"She—"
"I'll hear from Miss Swan first," interrupted the headmistress.
Jane glared at Bella. Bella glanced at her and then turned back to the headmistress. The woman had her arms folded under her breasts and the cleavage of her pale boobs was enormous in the vee of her blazer. Bella's heart began racing, not only from fear of getting into trouble but because the woman was just so hot.
"Well, I was just trying to my work," she said. "We were supposed to draw a portrait, and then Jane came over and started teasing all of us and then ripped up the portrait my friend was doing."
"And then she hit me!" Jane blurted, pointing an accusing finger. "I didn't even touch her!"
The headmistress smiled at them, first at Jane then at Bella.
"Hmm," she said. "It seems you've both been…bad girls, doesn't it?"
Bella and Jane didn't answer. They only blushed a little.
"Well," said the headmistress. "You'll have to be punished, won't you?"
There was a wooden cabinet on the wall and the headmistress opened its polished doors. Inside was a rack of discipline equipment, whips and paddles and long black canes. The headmistress perused the collection for a moment then selected a small black paddle.
Bella and Jane were breathless. The headmistress turned back to them, smiling and smacking the paddle softly against the palm of her hand. The paddle was lacquered black and it had holes in it shaped like lovehearts.
"And since it was you who started it, Miss Swan…you will go first."
Bella gulped. The headmistress eyed her.
"Did you hear me, Miss Swan?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, mistress."
The headmistress smiled. "That's better," she said. Then she gestured toward the desk with the paddle. "Now bend over."
Bella gulped again. She took a step toward the desk and placed her palms on the tabletop, bending at the hip to present her rear for punishment. She flickered a glance at Jane but Jane seemed too stunned to take much triumph at her humiliation.
Bella's heart was racing but it stopped entirely as the headmistress lifted her skirt. She was wearing a pair of cotton panties, white with blue stripes, and she could feel the headmistress touch them and tug them down slowly, revealing the bare flesh of her behind.
"Good girl," she said. "Now, what would you consider fair, Miss Swan? Ten paddles?"
"Y-yes, mistress."
"I'm glad you agree with me. And I want you to count out loud, do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Excellent. Let's begin."
And with that she bought the paddle down swiftly across Bella's butt.
A loud smack. Bella's whole body jolted, mostly from the excitement. Jane flinched and grinned. Bella gasped at the stinging pain on her buttock and forgot to count out loud until the headmistress reminded her.
"Miss Swan?"
"O-oh," Bella stuttered. "Um, one."
She was waiting for the next one and—
Smack!
Bella's hips jiggled. Her left buttock had already turned pink and a raging tingle had begun between her legs. She hissed in a breath.
"Um, two," she said. "Two, two."
Smack!
"Ah! Three!"
The headmistress smiled at the girl's obedience and bought the paddle down again and again, swiftly and relentlessly.
"Four! Five! Six!"
Bella shivered, sagging slightly against the desk with her dark hair hanging and her face flushed from the pain and excitement. Jane snickered and the headmistress gave her a smile.
"Watch closely, Jane," she said. "You're next."
Smack!
"Seven!" Bella cried. "Eight! Nine—AH!"
The final one was extra hard and it made Bella's whole body shake. The sting exploded across her swollen buttock and she had to bite her lip for a moment before she could count it.
"Ten," she whimpered.
The headmistress smiled and patted her reddened rump gently.
"Good girl, Miss Swan," she said. "You may stand."
Bella straightened up from the desk, sniffing once. Her heart was throbbing madly against her chest and she felt strangely proud, taking her punishment like a big girl. Her ass felt like it was on fire and her pussy had gotten wet.
"Now, Jane," said the headmistress. "It's your turn."
Jane looked apprehensive. She looked at Bella and looked at the headmistress. Finally she nodded and said:
"Y-yes, mistress."
Then she assumed the position without being told, very obedient, bending over the desk and even putting down her own panties. They were pink.
The headmistress lifted her skirt. Bella smirked to herself. Jane had a cute little ass and it was about to get spanked. The headmistress lifted the paddle.
"Don't be scared," she said. "It'll only hurt for a moment."
Smack!
The paddle came down across Jane's skinny butt and Bella felt a jolt between her legs. Jane refused to show any pain—other than a quick hiss and flinch of her buttocks—and she didn't forget to count.
"One," she said.
"Good girl," said the headmistress. "Keep counting."
Smack!
"Two."
Smack, smack!
"Three, four."
"Louder, my dear," said the headmistress, lifting the paddle high and—
"Ah!" Jane gasped, as it came down and smacked across her reddening buttock. "Five! Five!"
Smack!
"Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ah—ten!"
The headmistress smiled and lowered the paddle. Jane's butt was trembling. The headmistress gave it a pat and said:
"Good girl."
Jane bit her lip and turned around, pulling up her underwear and shooting a glare at Bella for watching. Bella wondered if the mean little blonde was as turned on as she was.
The headmistress hung the paddle back in the cabinet and closed the doors.
"Now," she said. "To make sure you've both learnt your lesson, let's have a show of obedience."
And with that, she took the hem of her tight black skirt and hiked it up about her hips.
Bella and Jane stared.
Underneath the woman was wearing a black lace thong. Smiling at their reactions, the headmistress perched herself on the edge of the desk and opened her legs wide, peeling aside the triangle of black lace that covered her pussy with her fingers.
"On your knees, girls," she said.
Bella and Jane glanced at each other.
They dropped to their knees.
"I want you to cooperate and work together," the headmistress said. "Go ahead."
Bella licked first. The woman was wet and Bella moaned as her arousal coated her tongue. Jane licked next, just as eager. Bella licked again and then Jane, huddled between the headmistress's stockinged legs, clad in their blouses and miniskirts with their long hair shining in the light from the window.
"Mmm," moaned the headmistress. "Good girls. Keep going. Don't stop."
They took turns licking and licking until finally they were licking at the same time, lapping up both the welling arousal and each other's saliva, moaning with their cheeks pressed together as their tongues mingled and fought for space inside the older woman's pussy.
The headmistress smiled and petted their heads, watching them lick at her entrance. She was wearing black leather heels and her heels were in the air, leaning back on the desk with her legs as wide as they would go to allow her eager students as much access as they needed. Finally one of them latched her lips on to her clitoris as the other wriggled her tongue inside her vagina and the headmistress allowed herself to come.
"Mmm," she murmured, letting the climax flow through her. "That was wonderful."
Bella and Jane looked up at her, Bella's eyes brown, Jane's eyes blue. Their lips and lower faces were smothered and shiny. The headmistress smiled down at them, still petting their hair.
"And now," she said, "to make sure there won't be a repeat of this incident, let's make sure there's no hard feelings between you. I want you to kiss and make up. Will you girls do that?"
Bella and Jane gulped. They looked at each other. They still hated each other but they were so horny they didn't care.
"Yes, mistress," they said together, and then started kissing.
It was even better than the cat fight. Bella was a little hesitant, and her stomach did turn a little when her lips touched Jane's, but she got into it pretty quickly. There was a lot of resentment between them and they used that in the kiss, fighting for dominance and pushing around each other's tongues, tasting the last of the headmistress's arousal.
The headmistress, watching lazily with her legs open, gave a sultry chuckle. "Mmm," she said. "Now, isn't that better than fighting? Bickering? Go ahead, my dears. I want you to make up as thoroughly as possible."
Bella let her anger empower her until she took control over the situation. Jane fought it, but in the end, she was just too horny. Bella forced her down on the floorboards, right there before the headmistresses desk. Jane glared at her from her pool of blonde hair but Bella only saw the glare for a moment before she sat backward on the mean little bitch's face.
A rush of power went through her and the rush intensified when Jane instantly peeled aside Bella's panties and stuffed her tongue into Bella's pussy, as if she'd get revenge by eating her out. Bella smirked and sat back a little, mashing her pussy into the other girl's face, making her growl and lick harder.
Bella was straddling Jane's face backwards and Jane's legs were wide open, waiting. Her skirt had ridden up a little and Bella leaned across the other girl's body and pushed down her wet pink panties. Jane had a cute little pussy and the dislike between them only made Bella even more hungry for it. She didn't bother being tender, she just stuck her tongue inside it.
The headmistress smiled at them and crossed her legs, leaning on a palm. Their skirts were hiked up and their panties were about their knees. Jane's fingers were gripping into Bella's buttocks and Bella's buttocks were glowing red from the spanking. They were moaning into each other's entrances and eating each other out until finally they came, gasping and groaning and licking the last of each other's pussyjuice.
The headmistress smiled and hopped off her desk. "Good girls," she said. "I trust you've both learnt your lesson?"
Bella and Jane nodded, standing on trembling legs and pulling up their panties, tucking their blouses back in, both of them humble and properly chastised.
"Yes, mistress," they said.
"Wonderful," said the headmistress as she went back around behind her desk and sat down. "And to make sure remember your lesson, I want you both to report to detention for the rest of the week. Is that understood?"
Now a pair of pouts.
"Yes, mistress," they said, with only veiled sullenness.
The headmistress smiled at their tone and lifted the lid of her laptop. "Good," she said. "Now run along. You'll be late for your next class."
The two girls went out into the corridor and closed the door.
At first they didn't know what to do. The hallway was on the second floor and there was a bird chirping in a tree outside the window. They looked at each other. Jane's collar was undone and Bella's hair was a dark mess all over her shoulders. Jane looked her over and snorted.
"You weren't even that good," she sneered.
Bella snorted right back. "Neither were you."
They glared at each other for a minute. Then they spun on their heels and went in different directions down the corridor.
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