Who wants detention?

Susan turned to Kyle, hoping Mary did not notice.

"Umm .. I was here, and I am not really sure. I just know that the teacher's gone ... well, she has this new idea about .. detention. Umm, I guess students were kinda taking advantage of it .. so .. well, I guess you see the result. Umm, this is my first time in detention and I sure as hell want it to be my last too!"
 
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Susan turned to Kyle, hoping Mary did not notice.

"Umm .. I was here, and I am not really sure. I just know that the teacher's gone ... well, she has this new idea about .. detention. Umm, I guess students were kinda taking advantage of it .. so .. well, I guess you see the result. Umm, this is my first time in detention and I sure as hell want it to be my last too!"


Kyle looked over his shoulder at Susan, "That's not what I meant at all." he said feeling his cheeks getting red as they did when women talked to him directly. "I meant, could you yeah, tell me what she's doing?" He said sheepishly, thinking she had misunderstood what he had been asking.
 
"Hold on there Jake, don't be impatient. I'll get to you. In fact..." She stepped away to behind the desk, grabbed several pairs of handcuffs and tossed them on the table. She picked one pair up and snapped it around Jake's ankle. The other end went around the leg of the desk. "Now you won't be going anywhere fast. And now that that's taken care of..." She turned back to Peter again, continuing on with the yardstick as before.
 
Peter cried out in pain as Mary continued with her cruel act.

"AGHHH...." he screamed, bracing his hands against the table. "you bitch! you...you can't do this to us! this isn't right!!!!"
 
"Well there's not much you can do about it right now, so I wouldn't make it any worse if I were you. She pulled the stick out of his ass, and spanked it hard. Now, lick it." She held it up to his mouth, held onto his hair. "You won't be going anywhere too quickly, so why don't we just get this over with, eh?"
 
Peter slapped the stick away, shoving Mary at the same time.

"thats enough, bitch..." he yelled.

He turned, getting ready to trudge away. "You're sick lady, you're sick. I've got half a mind to turn you in, and there's nothing you can do about it.," He smiled, knowing that he now, had the upper hand.
 
"Wrong again," she said to him. She smiled. She grabbed a pair of handcuffs and grabbed him deftly pushing him against one of the desks and cuffing his right arm to the leg of the desk. She then took his left leg and cuffed it to the same leg of the desk. "Always come prepared for the worst," she said. "And now, I suggest that nobody else try any monkey business."
 
He'd never been one for punctuality, especially when it came to detention, it was always such a drag week after week to be in the room. It was almost like the idiots had nothing better to do with their time than to interrupt his smoke break, it's not like it was anything illegal at least not this time, one smoke and he was sent to detention, a weeks detention for one smoke. Didn't seem fair to him but then again if life was ever to be fair he doubted it would start at school.

Needless to say Jeremiah was not expecting the vision before him when he barged into the detention hall.

(hope its okay to be late, feel free to ignore my post if I'm not welcome to join..)
 
This was the worst detention ever Jake thought as he looked at Mary with a clenched jawline. He better shut up now and hope she wouldn't mess him up to much. He had been hand cuffed before but that was by the cops. Not a crazy bitch. At least he had his hands free.

He saw a new guy coming in. Jeremiah.

"Welcome to the party." He say to him but his eyes are still on Mary.
 
OOC: considering that half of the characters seem to have left the thread, it shouldn't be a problem adding a new one.

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Mary looked at the newcomer.

"You're late! Up front! Like the others!"

She smiled to herself. This was getting to be interesting, and she certainly wasn't going to waste the opportunity. She knew she had it in her bag somewhere...

She went behind the desk to chek her bag for it, and she found it. She pulled out the cold, metal vibrator, slowly, walking out from behind the desk.
 
"What the hell are you going to do with that?" Peter shouted, angriliy straining agisnt the cuffs she had palced on him. "Don't you dare....don't you even start!"
 
"Oh shut up Peter. It's not smart to defy a crazy woman." She approached Jake and spread his asscheeks as she turned the vibrator on, and slowly slid it into his ass. She pushed it in as deep as it would go and walked away, turning to Kyle. "What to do, what to do," she asked herself.
 
Jeremiah watched in the door, dumfounded, speechless as he slowly and silently closed the door behind him, he looked around at the others, some of them far more excited than they would dare admit but most of them terrified, Jeremiah wasnt sure what to think. He'd been with his fair share of women in his life but none of them like this. He started to make his way towards the desk, slumping down his backpack and leaning back casually on the desk.
 
"I said to join the others, not to sit in the desk. Weren't you listening? Up front, at my desk. Bend over and drop your pants and boxers. We have to get you caught up!" She smirked at him and laughed.
 
Jeremiah just sat there, atleast for now, he simply smirked right back at her as he got back to his feet and began to approach her..

"If you think I'm going to just follow orders like the rest of these push overs then you have a lot to learn." He mocked. "Seems to me that you have been planning this for a while, you enjoy the power don't you bitch."

Jeremiah stood there staring at her for a moment but as she went to speak again he reached down and with a smirk he slid down his pants and boxers and with a smile joined the others.
 
Kyle had enough sense of the room to know he was next, and cowered against the desk, it wasn't that he was scared of her, but scared of the unexpected, he had some ideas but did not know exactly what she had done to any of the others. It was 10 times worse, because his imagination created all kinds of atrocities. "Please, someone tell me what she's doing." he wispered, so low probably no one would hear him.
 
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