TW: Female Humiliation, Erotic Content



Of the freshmen volleyball girls at Central University, Clara had quickly gained a reputation for being a very… interesting girl. The Asian beauty, short but busty with silky black hair, was actually quite intelligent. Planning to major in Chemistry, or maybe Pre-Med, Clara was taking a schedule of difficult math and science courses, plus several lab sections, all battling for her time with volleyball practices and games.

And she was having absolutely no difficulty keeping up. Clara had gotten the top marks on nearly every assignment so far, much to the chagrin of her fellow STEM nerds who had dismissed her as dumb jock. There was quite a bit of jealousy aimed towards the sexy athlete, from those bothered by her excellence ranging both academic and athletic. Why should this Clara girl get to be good at everything?

But it was not Clara’s intelligence for which she gained a reputation among the wider student body. No, for most students, Clara was known as the gullible girl. While her friend Lainey was a bit of a ditz, Clara almost came across as bright and intelligent… except when it came to being too trusting for her own good.

Clara tended to believe everything she was told (except of course for facts that she already knew to be false). You could not fool her into thinking Oxygen had an Atomic Number of 18, but you could definitely get Clara to believe that you needed her help getting a book down from the top shelf, even when she was wearing a short skirt and despite you being a foot taller than the height-challenged libero.

Many stories had already spread by October of Clara’s gullible nature, from the time someone had convinced her the school celebrated Bikini Fridays to the time someone convinced her that she had just had the day wrong and it was Bikini Tuesdays.

When the news spread about the Middle College Volleyball girls’ haunted house prank, no one had been surprised at all to hear that Clara was one of the victims. Her reputation as a genius had taken a bit of hit after the incident, especially when a video surfaced of Clara quite clearly enjoying getting spitroasted by two young gentleman. Word was that Clara had practically begged for it through her gag; in the aftermath, the Asian girl had insisted it was just that the vibrator had gotten her too horny to think straight.

But truth of matter was that Clara was a kinky little sex-fiend. After a life dedicated to academics and athletics and little else, Clara had discovered very quickly at Central University that she liked sex, and she really liked kinky sex. While the haunted house endeavor had been humiliating and stressful, Clara couldn’t deny that the predicament had really gotten her engines revving. Clara did not really want to go through such a thing again, but it was hard to keep it from sneaking into her thoughts.

Clara’s ordeal had started some rather naughty conversations among her jealous peers. Lots of classmates, beat out for top grades by the volleyball girl, wanted to see her suffer some comeuppance. Well, more comeuppance. And if the video made it look like she enjoyed it the first time… well, was it really being mean to give Clara something she enjoyed?

Clara received the email from Professor Bings at about 9:30pm. It asked that she meet him at his office to discuss something for class. Clara found it odd that it was signed Professor Bings when the older academic was so strict about being called Doctor Bings as befit his degrees, but the trusting girl did not really question it. It took Clara about 30 minutes to reach the Science Laboratory building, where Bings’ office was located. When she reached his door, however, she found a simple handwritten note on it with her name and a simple message asking her to instead meet him at the chemical dispensary.

The dispensary was the section of the building where extra chemicals were handed out to students in their lab classes. It had a snack-bar style window, one of those metal grates that opened up and down, to make it easy to pass out the bottles without students needing to step inside. When Clara arrived, the dispensary was closed, the last lab having ended about 15 minutes ago. Although the door was locked, Clara easily spotted the open window, as well as the folded letter a little bit inside. The letter again had her name written on it.

For the short girl to reach the letter, she had to slightly hop up and lay through the opening of the window, her feet a few inches off the ground and her skirt just barely preserving her modesty as her ass stuck out a bit. This position left Clara quite vulnerable when the metal grate suddenly lowered and gently thudded against the small of her back.

Clara was not hurt by the impact, but the weight of the window left her pinned there, half inside the dispensary and half sticking out into the hallway. Clara immediately began to struggle, but the window seemed to have locked in place; she was well and truly stuck.

“Uh, hello? Can anyone help me?” Clara called out tentatively, knowing the dispensary was empty but hoping someone in the hallway would find her before the building completely went dark.

As she wiggled and tried to slip free, Clara felt her heart start to beat a little faster. Partly fear at being stuck like this all night, but also… excitement. Her mind started to wander back to the haunted house, as she imagined herself meeting a similar fate here…

As if an answer to her thoughts, Clara suddenly felt her skirt tugged right off her hips. The flimsy material provided no resistance as two hands pulled it past her ankles and discarded it to the ground. “Hey! What… what are you doing!” Clara tried to sound tough and accusatory, but the quiver of excitement in her voice gave her away completely.

Before Clara could even think about trying to stop it, the hands returned and this time took her panties. Her lower body, stuck hanging out of the window, was completely bare now besides for her socks and tennis shoes. After a moment, the hands took those too.

“Please, can you jusooooooooooo…” Clara completely forgot what she was going to say as the hands began to massage her ass and upper thighs. They were working some lotion or oil into her skin that burnt just right, like icy-hot after a long workout. Where the residue was left behind, Clara’s body was left warm and sensitive. Very sensitive, she discovered, when the hands switched from massaging to spanking.

“Ohhhh goooddddddd…” Clara moaned out at the first sharp impact on her plump butt. She’d always thought spankings were kinda hot, but with whatever substance was coating her skin, the sensations were amplified several fold. A shiver ran up Clara’s pinned back as her flesh jiggled from the spank. Then the second and third smacks lay across her cheeks, and this time, Clara’s moan was not even words but just sounds of erotic pleasure eeking past her lips.

The spanking continued for what feels like a blissful eternity, with the crème or lotion or whatever being reapplied sporadically. By the end, Clara had long been reduced to sexy whimpering, libido as inflamed as her ass ws red. If she was in any state to speak, Clara couldn’t deny she’d probably be begging for the hands to stop… and start doing something else.

Instead, though, when the smacks finally ceased, Clara found herself just… left. It was worse than the spanking, being abandoned unfulfilled like that. When she got her breath back, Clara found herself begging, hoping the owner of the hands was still there.

“No, please, come on! Don’t just leave me like this! Fuck, I’m horny… come on…” She whimpered. When she struggled, Clara found that the window was no longer locked down. With a little effort, she pushed it up and wiggled her way out.

Clara found her skirt discarded to the ground, but her panties were missing. Taking just a second to get dressed, Clara quickly fled the scene before anyone saw her, and headed straight home to relieve some built-up tension. When she got to her suite and locked herself in her room, however, Clara saw a new email before she could get distracted.

Hi Clara-kins, just thought you’d want to see the video.

I’ll be in touch ;)

-Your Blackmailer

 There was a link, which treated Clara to a split-screen video. One side showed her wiggling ass as it hung out the dispensary window and was vigorously spanked and groped. The other was Clara’s face, clearly plastered with looks of pure desire and need. The audio captured her whimpering and begging in all its glory.

Biting her lip, Clara thought for a moment and then replied.

Hi BM,

I know this was supposed to be blackmail but if you want to do that again, I don’t need any persuading.

Sincerely,

Clara-kins

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On a different computer, in another room in that same suite, Clara's suitemate Lola stared at her screen in shock. Well, that was a surprise…