Humiliatrix: Episode 2
It was the middle of a sunny, Spring day, and Cassie was making her way to teach her adult gym class, when suddenly, there was a loud *crack* right behind her. She spun on the spot and saw a strange woman dressed like some sort of superheroine was standing right behind. “And who are you supposed to be, Wonder Woman’s backup?” Cassie shot at her.
“Nope, I’m just here to teach you a lesson for being such a b*tch to your students for so long.”
“Yer, how?” Cassie asked defiantly.
“Oh, you’ll see!”
“Whatever,” and Cassie turned and started to march off, when all of a sudden, she felt a breeze where there hadn’t been one before. Puzzled, she looked down and gasped as she saw that she was only in her purple bra and thong set. Turning back and trying to cover up, she screamed, “What did you do?”
“As I said, I’m teaching you a lesson, and this is just the beginning; now walk!”
And with that, completely against her will, Cassie found herself walking towards the gym. “Stop this, you b*tch!” she shouted, and suddenly, she felt herself stop.
“Hmm, you don’t seem to be learning; maybe this will help.”
Cassie felt another breeze, looked down again, and screamed as she saw that she was now completely naked. “OK, OK, I’m sorry,” she pleaded. She began to start walking again. “No, don’t make me go in there like this,” she begged.
The class were getting ready, wondering why it was taking their tutor so long to arrive, when suddenly the door banged open, and Cassie appeared. First there were gasps, which were quickly replaced by raucous laughter, as the beautiful blonde walked naked to the front of the class, followed by a woman dressed very bizarrely.
“I have observed that for a while now Cassie here hasn’t been very nice to you, and now she is going to get her punishment. Right, let’s start with some star jumps!”
Cassie’s eyes went wide as she suddenly felt herself begin to do star jumps for the class whilst they laughed at her. Her boobs were jiggling and bouncing all over the place much to the class’ amusement. Up and around, and up and down they went. After about 20 she felt herself stop and gasped to take in the air. She tried to talk but found she couldn’t; she had no way to beg for forgiveness.
“Right, what next?” asked the Humiliatrix.
“How’s about that handstand split she’s always showing off with,” shouted one of the class.
“Now doesn’t that sound fun!”
Cassie couldn’t believe her ears; had she really been such a b*tch? Then she felt herself flip into a handstand. She tried to fight it with all her might but didn’t stand a chance against the Humiliatrix and felt her legs spread wide apart, revealing her most intimate parts clearly to her much amused class. She saw them moving around her to get different views, and she screamed inside at the humiliation as she saw some had their camera phones out.
Soon she was allowed back into a standing position and then the next request came: “Let's see her do a pole dance around that pole on the climbing apparatus!”
“Fantastic idea!”
And much to Cassie's dismay, she felt herself skip--boobs bouncing--across to the pole with her class following right behind. She involuntarily grabbed the pole; pulled herself up against it, gasping mentally at how cold it was as it found the space between her breasts and touched against her clean shaven pussy. And then she began to dance. Gyrating and spinning around the pole, climbing and sliding, and even humping it. At one point she let go, walked around it so she had her back to the class, and bent right over whilst pushing back against the pole; and she whined inside as she felt the cold pole deep in her crack splitting her beautifully tanned butt cheeks. Eventually she felt herself move away from the pole and take a bow. She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life.
“Right, your punishment is at its final stage, Cassie,” The Humiliatrix announced. “Anything you wish to say?”
“Yes, I am so sorry for being such a b*tch to you guys; I’ll be so much nicer in the future, just please don’t show anyone the pics and videos you’ve taken--MMPH!”
“Well that’s enough of that; it’s their choice entirely as to what they do with their evidence of these events. Right, class, what happens to all naughty girls? They get spanked!”
Cassie screamed inside: not a spanking! She had thought it couldn’t get any worse, but it obviously could. She felt her body walk over to the vaulting horse and pull itself up onto it, so her boobs were pressed into the fabric on top and her butt and legs dangled off the side. Then she saw the Humiliatrix stepping up behind her.
“Right, count along!”
*SPANK* “ONE!” *SPANK* “TWO!” *SPANK* “THREE!” *SPANK* “FOUR!” *SPANK* “FIVE!” *SPANK* “SIX!”... “NINETY-FIVE!” *SPANK* “NINETY-SIX!” *SPANK* “NINETY-SEVEN!” *SPANK* “NINETY-EIGHT!” *SPANK* “NINETY-NINE!” *SPANK* “ONE HUNDRED!!!” The class roared with delight.
Cassie was sobbing into the vaulting horse. She was humiliated beyond what she thought to be humanly possible, and her ass felt like it was on fire, and she was sure it would be weeks before she could sit comfortably again. There was an almighty crack, and suddenly, she could move again. She stood up and looked round; the strange woman was nowhere to be seen, and after peering around to check the damage to her butt, she covered up and ran for the changing rooms, followed by another roar of laughter. When she reached her locker, she gasped when she saw it was open, and more importantly, empty except for a note: "Enjoy the walk home! Signed, The Humiliatrix."
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