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Chapter Three

Lilly was first to reach Mrs. Radchiffe's room for detention.

"Where is the princess who was giving you unfair treatment?" Mrs. Radchiffe asked, when ten minutes had gone by and Miley didn't show.

"Oh no, Mrs. Radchiffe, you got it all wrong. I wanted it to happen."

"You desired her to do that to you?"

"Yes."

"All the more reason you are here in detention."

Lilly gulped. And when Miley finally did walk in a few minutes later, Lilly was determined not to speak to her.

"Start your homework," Mrs. Radchiffe barked. Lilly pulled out her algebra homework and started working on it. She looked over at Miley, who was drawing stick figures in her history textbook.

"Hey, if they think you're busy, then you're busy," Miley whispered.

"Are you girls working? I thought I told you to work."

"You bet, Mrs. Radcliffe.," Miley said. "The Treaty of Paris was signed after the XYZ Affair fell through."

"I guess you are studying, if you know that," Mrs. Radcliffe said.

Lilly looked at Miley, questioningly.

"Ihe Treaty of Paris is the answer to everything, Mr. Stockholm told me," Miley whispered.

"What's that your working on?" Mrs. Radcliffer said, standing over Lilly's desk. "Ah. Algebra. What is the sigma quotient of 4x over y when the quadratic equation is in tangent 3 of the graph with a slope of 4/9?"

"Huh?" Lilly said. The question may not have been heard right. It was so complicated.

"I see your study of this subject could use some improvement," Mrs. Radcliffe said. "If you studied math as well as Miss Stewart studies history, you'd make a great astro-physicist one day."

Lilly did not know what an astrophysicist did and she wasn't sure she wanted to. She certainly did not want to be one. But she nodded and returned to her work.

After half an hour, Mrs. Radcliffe said, "And now the fun begins."

"We get to go home?" Lilly asked, hopefully.

"No. You get to stabilize my nemesis."

Lilly had a confused expression on her face. She looked to Miley for an answer. She could not tell if Miley was confused or not because Miley could pretend not to be better than Lilly could.

Mrs. Radcliffe marched over to the tall cabinet and pulled open the door. A woman bound and gagged fell out. She looked to be Mrs. Radcliffe's age, but she was much prettier. At least what could be seen of her through the gag and wrappings.

Mrs. Radcliffe removed the gag.

"Let me go, you fiend!" the woman screamed.

"I am not letting you go for a long time, Matilda."

"If I scream, someone will come and rescue me."

"Not too likely, I'm afraid," Mrs. Radcliffe said. "I have a soundproof beetle in the room. But you can try."

And the woman—Matilda—screamed for all her lungs could muster, but though three minutes passed, no help came.

Mrs. Radcliffe, satisfied that the woman was restrained, came to the front of the classroom. "Okay, listen up. Miley, I want you to fart or poop in Matilda's mouth as you please."

"Hey, what are you plotting over there?" Matilda asked. She could not turn her head.

"Your succumbing to me, that's what," Mrs. Radcliffe said.

Lilly looked at the poor Matilda and felt that she would hate to be restrained like that. Unless it was Miley doing this to her. In fact, Lilly wondered if Matilda was faking her resistance to Mrs. Radcliffe because a woman of her position ought to not want this to happen to her. If Mrs. Radcliffe were Matilda's Miley, it's possible. Or even if Mrs. Radcliffe was thought of as Ashley and Matilda as Miley…Miley would pretend to resist Ashley's butt if she had do but squeal with delight if said posterior were to actually fart on her.

"And Lilly, if you want to fart on her, you are welcome to do so. Or tickle her or whatever provided that tickling her does not disrupt Miley. But you ought to do something to make her feel vulnerable. Whatever comes to mind."

Lilly didn't know how she felt about that, but Mrs. Radcliffe was the one in charge, so…

Miley sat on Matilda's face and Lilly put her butt on the woman's stomach area. She rubbed her butt there in a way that she was sure would attract some males while Miley let out a huge fart that caused Lilly to cover her nose until Mrs. Radcliffe said, "Remove your hands from your nose, Lilly. If Matilda can take it right in the face, you can take it at that distance."

Lilly did as she was bid, and endured more of Miley's farts, some of which smelled like Miley had eaten eggs all day for a week straight. And Lilly couldn't look at Miley from her position because Miley was sitting behind her. And then came a cute, petite fart that Lilly heard but only got the slightest whiff of. How she wished she were under Miley's butt then! But it was not to be.

After forty-five minutes of this, Mrs. Radcliffe said, "Okay girls. You have done well. You may go."

As Lilly stuffed her work in her backpack, she wondered what would happen to Matilda when she and Miley were gone. Mrs. Radcliffe sure wasn't hurrying to untie her.

Miley and Lilly left the room. When they got to the end of the hallway, Lilly said, "I think we ought to turn back. Just take a little peek at what Mrs. Radcliffe is doing."

"I'd rather not be spotted," Miley said. What she didn't say is that she wanted to hurry to Ashley's house. She had already missed two hours of being farted on from being in detention.

"Come on, it'll only be a second," Lilly said.

"Okay, but it better be only that long. I've really got to hurry."

"You're not eager to continue you're homework, are you?"

"Not homework. Ashley." And with that, Miley headed toward Mrs. Radcliffe's room.

Lilly stood there, stunned by the answer. Miley would rather be farted on by Ashley than hang out with her, Lilly? Only when Miley beckoned her forth did she come.

She peered through the glass. She could see nothing. "What's going on?"

"It's a fake image of the classroom. So that anyone walking by wouldn't see a woman tied up."

"Maybe we can hear what's going on?" Lilly asked. She pressed her ear to the door. No sounds came through.

"It's no use," Miley said. "Didn't you hear Mrs. Radcliffe say something about soundproof stuff? It was to prevent people outside from hearing Matilda scream. And now it keeps us from hearing what's going on."

"Then our sense of smell will have to work," Lilly said.

"No use either, if you're thinking that Mrs. Radcliffe is doing to Matilda what I just did. You'll just smell my fart."

"Touch, smell, hearing, sight…what's the other sense?" Lilly asked.

"Taste. Which is closely related to smell. And speaking of which, I have to go taste Ashley's farts."

Lilly wanted to say that she wanted to taste Miley's farts, but she let Miley go without utterance. Miley did run like crazy. She seemed to not be able to endure another minute being free from Ashley's butt.

Lilly sighed. She wanted to reach the point where she could ask Miley to fart on her and not take no for an answer. But some of Miley's farts really grossed her out. Though she still wanted them. It was a loving act, wasn't it, to be farted on? That's what Miley had shown her, anyway. Ashley probably didn't thinkt hat way, but Miley did. And Lilly wanted to be loved by Miley.