The Prefect

[SDS]

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The pressure is real...

[*Lady Lucia*]

“AH!!” Elise cried out. She was totally unprepared for the flash of pain and an unexpected throbbing that lingered as well. Kaitlyn had slapped her chest once or twice earlier, and it was fine. Well, not fine. It was insulting, and entirely inappropriate, and a thousand other things. The better word for what it was would be ‘tolerable.’

However, this hurt. A lot.

Little did Elise know, wearing those clamps for so long didn’t just increase her sensitivity in regards to what happened when she was groped. The aftereffects also included a much worse pain when it came to pinches and slaps. Kaitlyn knew this, as she had done her research ahead of time, but the still topless prefect in front of her was entirely unaware.

“Hey! I told you to be quiet!” This time, Kaitlyn struck her across the face.

As the sharp sound of the slap echoed through the room, something in the air changed. The whole crowd went quiet, save for a small gasp or two. A collective realization of the current reality. Before, it was amused shock and hushed giggles. Their prefect, owning all these kinky items. Being topless. Being tugged around by little chains to grade rooms. Apparently a lesbian, at an all girls' school. It was a crazy contrast to the 'Miss Elise' they knew.

However, Kaitlyn so boldly slapping the blonde prefect seemed to put things more in perspective. The younger, dominant redhead was actually in charge, wasn’t she? No, it wasn’t the first time she had slapped Elise in front of the audience. But the way she paired it with the strict tongue lashing, not to mention the image of the blonde prefect standing there handcuffed, and all the amusing individual pieces finally came together to show the finished product of the puzzle:

Their prefect, Miss Elise, had no power here.

As Elise reeled from both the unexpected sensitivity on her chest, as well as the catty slap that followed, her tormentor clarified the ‘rules’ to everyone else. “Face slaps don’t count,” Kaitlyn said, “There are still four issues Elise has to pay for.” Turning back to the bound prefect, Kaitlyn’s expression was stern, cold. “Not a sound, pet.”

Without any more bravado for her audience, Kaitlyn slapped the same breast as before. Harder than the first slap, just to make the older girl squirm.

And squirm Elise did. Not in an attempt to get away, but simply because her body couldn’t stay still when faced with the harsh strike. She at least managed to bite her lip to avoid crying out again. Willingly complying with Kaitlyn’s demand; one of many. The little jolt of her body caused Elise’s boobs to shake the tiniest bit, which finally broke the awed silence of the room. A new wave of hushed giggles and one or two index fingers pointing towards her chest both embarrassed Elise and spurred on the red haired first-year.

Kaitlyn’s serious expression cracked the slightest bit in response to her audience’s reaction, and she wound up for another slap with the hint of a smile on her face.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Every time, on the same breast. Each harder than before, or maybe it just felt like that to Elise. The slaps took her breath away over and over, causing gasps and shudders that were entirely out of her control. The final blow caused the mortified blonde to whimper the slightest bit from the back of her throat, something that clamping her lips together was unable to prevent. The sound made Elise feel incredibly self conscious, as it was yet another loss of control on top of everything else.

Kaitlyn either didn’t hear it, or perhaps decided to show the slightest bit of mercy, as she stepped away from Elise without reprimanding her. Once again, revealing the topless prefect without the cover of a hot, slightly taller redhead in the way. “Well?” she said, gesturing to Elise, “Anyone else have any issues with her? Don’t be shy.”

After a few quiet seconds as the seven common room girls realized that Kaitlyn was asking for participation, one of the more confident brunettes raised her hand.

“Yes, Maya?” Kaitlyn said, as if she was a teacher in one of the private school classes.

With a full class, at that. Each suite had four doubles and two singles attached to the common room, for a total of ten girls. Seven were currently watching the show, plus Caroline and Annie were still flanking Elise while Kaitlyn ran the show. Ten girls, witnessing Elise’s suffering and humiliation.

Not just witnessing; they would soon be contributing.

“Three bad room grades, and a uniform infraction,” Maya said.

“No demerits?” Kaitlyn asked, “Come on, Maya. Live a little.”

“No demerits from her specifically. Come on, Kaitlyn,” Maya smiled, echoing the teasing phrase, “We’ve literally been in detention together.”

“Fair enough. Well, that’s still four slaps. What are you waiting for? Get up here!”

Another brief hush fell over the room as everyone processed the implication of Kaitlyn’s words. Rather than slapping Elise for each girl’s issues, she was inviting them to come up and slap the topless prefect for more direct revenge. The silence didn’t last very long, however, since Maya hopped up with an exclaimed, “Oh, fuck yes.”

Inspired by Kaitlyn’s showmanship, Maya walked right up to Elise and placed a hand on the bare boob that had just been assaulted. Of course, the most confident girl would volunteer to go first, and Maya had no qualms about touching another girl like that. Kneading the temporarily pink skin with her thumb, she looked into Elise’s eyes with an amused smile. “Do you like me more than you like Annie?” Maya asked.

Elise was busy blushing and awkwardly glancing away as yet another girl touched her in a way that not even a boy had been given the privilege of doing to her. The question surprised her, especially as she was otherwise occupied pushing away the little twitches between her thighs. Once again, her body was betraying her, thanks to Maya's touch and how super sensitive Elise's breasts were at the moment. Elise didn’t know it, but Maya’s similar chest size made it pretty easy for the brunette to guess what would feel good on another girl. And, thanks to the clamps, Maya's thumb movements were even more effective than they might normally be.

The yet again sexually confused prefect glanced towards Kaitlyn, not sure if she was allowed to speak. Kaitlyn just shook her head, which wasn’t particularly helpful. No, you can’t speak? Or no, you don’t like Maya more than you like Annie?

Not wanting to interpret incorrectly and be punished for doing so, Elise merely shook her own head as an answer.

Unfortunately, the collared prefect was going to be punished anyway. “You don’t like me more than Annie?!” Maya gasped. Over-dramatically, for effect. “RUDE.”

With that, Maya gave a firm squeeze to the bare breast in her hand.

And, before Elise could process the new wave of reluctant pleasure, Maya let go, wound up, and cracked her hand down as hard as she could on the same boob Kaitlyn had been solely focusing on.

[karotte]

Thank you so much for the continuation of one of my favorite stories here. This part was definitely worth the wait - simply world class. Especially the part where Maya started to play with Elise and manipulate her knowing exactly what she was doing - sooo mean and cruel but in such an erotic way. And Kaitlyn having everything planned out - just GREAT!

[Bqt]

Lady come on it’s time for an Ester egg. Give us one more pls pls pls. I mean she has still her panties on.

[Debbifan]

Lady come on it’s time for an Ester egg. Give us one more pls pls pls. I mean she has still her panties on.

Read back carefully over the chapters. She still has her skirt on but not her panties. Also, it's down to SDS to get his ass in gear and trigger another chapter

[*Lady Lucia*]

Author's Note: I've been compelled to write and post more of The Prefect this month via my Patreon! Good timing, as it looks like SDS is taking a break. :P

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Lightning shot through Elise’s nerves as Maya’s hand cracked down on her exposed and extra sensitive breast.

It was about 90% pain and 10% reluctant pleasure, and the cuffed prefect couldn’t help but squirm and squeak from the hard slap. It was just enough of a reaction to cause Kaitlyn to walk over and place a firm hand on Elise’s bare shoulder. The unspoken message was clear: Stay still. Take it.

What choice did she have? Now that Elise was handcuffed, she truly was at the mercy of the girls she normally had authority over. There was no running at this point. Opening the common room door would require twisting the knob with her hands behind her back, which would cause her boobs to give quite the show in the process. And, if she succeeded without Kaitlyn or the others stopping her, then she’d be in the private school halls around dinner time wearing nothing above the waist with her hands still bound behind her back. The chances of someone helping her vs. taking advantage of her situation was too hard to predict.

Another hard slap from Maya broke Elise out of her thoughts. Same boob as before, another impossible jolt of pain. Unlike Kaitlyn, however, the bold brunette before her decided to be a little more balanced in her punishment. Her third slap was on the right boob, the one that had remained untouched for a while. Since Kaitlyn and Maya both seemed to be right handed, Elise’s left side ended up taking the brunt of things for a while. But that didn’t mean the other boob was less sensitive. Both had been clamped for way too long, after all.

Elise bit her lip again at the unexpected sensation on her right breast, as she had been expecting more pain on the same one as before. Instead, this round of pain felt a little more pleasurable than the last, which worried her immensely. It’s not that she was enjoying any of this. But the physical definitely overshadowed the emotional thanks to how Kaitlyn set things up. The fourth slap brought on a small arch to Elise’s back, which Maya absolutely noticed. “SO kinky,” the brunette smirked, cupping the blonde’s breast after the last slap. “Kaitlyn’s right. You really are a little freak, aren’t you?”

It wasn’t her fault!!! Elise’s eyes widened at the implied accusation that accompanied the insult. She had been too busy biting her lip and avoiding sounds, and hadn’t been thinking about controlling her body at the same time. But why was any of this reluctantly turning her on?! When Elise pleasured herself, she much preferred gentle touches. This was so out of left field, and it didn’t make any sense why it was working.

What Maya did next, however, was the exact opposite of pleasure.

With thumb, index, and middle finger, she pinched Elise’s right nipple. “Do you like me more than Annie?” Maya asked.

Elise gasped. Thanks to the clamps, her nipples were a million times more sensitive than normal, and she actually saw white for a second as Maya pinched her. “Maya, don’t!!” she exclaimed, unable to keep to Kaitlyn’s unfair rules. As Maya pinched down a little harder, Elise got a lot more shrill, “STOP.”

“Do you like me more than Annie?” Maya’s voice was calm in response. Of course, it’s easy to be calm when your body isn’t the one being tortured. With a knowing smile, she pinched down, using more of her nails this time, and added a twist.

“YES!!!” Elise exclaimed. Gasping again, and trying desperately to somehow shift out of Maya’s grip, she gave into the girl’s question, “I like you more than Annie!!!!”

Just like that, Maya let go.

“Good girl,” she said.

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn echoed.

Elise was still catching her breath, actually panting a little as her chest attempted to recover from the most recent assault. Maya and Kaitlyn had both been troublesome here and there in the past, but this was something else entirely. The two girls didn’t even run in the same social circles, but they seemed to be quite like-minded at the moment. Enemy of their enemy.

Looking quite content with herself, Maya sauntered back over to her seat.

Kaitlyn, however, had plenty more planned. “Annie, did you hear what your girlfriend just said?” She beckoned the small brunette over, and Annie was quick to obey. While she and Caroline were Kaitlyn’s friends, they had learned long ago that listening to their devious ‘leader’ without question was always the best idea. Not to avoid punishment themselves, but because it usually led to good results.

When Annie stepped forward from behind Elise, Kaitlyn met Annie halfway to whisper something in her ear. The petite girl’s eyes gave away that she was nervous about whatever Kaitlyn said, but that didn’t cause her to shy away from it. Annie took Maya’s place in front of Elise and, with subtly trembling hands, gently rested her palms on Elise’s bare breasts. Unlike the previous two girls, Annie wasn’t exactly bold in comparison, especially not with such a big audience. The simple peck earlier was one thing, but this was literally touching boobs.

“You have to kiss me,” Annie whispered. She looked up with those big blue eyes, and both her expression and size screamed ‘innocence.’ But she persevered, clearly swayed by Kaitlyn. “A real kiss, Miss Elise, or you lose your skirt.”

The quiet words were for Elise and Elise only. A simple yet painful choice. Kiss Annie, again, solidifying Kaitlyn’s claim that Elise was a lesbian at an all girls’ school. Or allow herself to be fully stripped, to lose the last shred of clothing and modesty she had left. “Umm . . .” Elise muttered. She couldn’t draw her attention away from Annie’s eyes. Not because she was attracted to the girl, but more because Elise wasn’t used to such direct eye contact from the younger girls she was normally in charge of.

“It’s okay,” Annie quietly said. The soft smile was comforting, a dramatic contrast to the grins and smirks of the girls before her, “Kiss me. A real kiss. Not just a peck. Kaitlyn says.”

Elise couldn’t help herself. She still wasn’t into girls, but Annie’s soft touch on her chest made her practically shiver from another wave of reluctant arousal. The gentleness the blonde prefect normally appreciated from her own hands was only heightened by the way her body had been turned against her over the last few minutes. To add onto that, she and the cute brunette were in the most intimate pose, the kind that would naturally lead to a kiss anyway if it were someone of the opposite gender. And, of course, she wanted to keep her skirt.

So, throwing caution to the wind, Elise leaned in and fully locked lips with Annie.

[*Lady Lucia*]

Elise had never done anything like this. Ever.

While all girls’ schools did tend to breed more experimentation simply due to the limited options, it wasn’t something she had been tempted to explore. Her friends were proper and studious, and their weekend nights usually involved snacks and movies instead of cliché dares and pillow fights.

She had already kissed Annie a few times, but that didn’t do much to soften the blow of the more intense ‘first’ that she just initiated. The peck in Kaitlyn’s room, and again in front of the common room audience, could be written off. But this? Elise could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks as her lips sunk into Annie’s. Was it too late to retreat? Apparently so, because Annie reciprocated enough to make her stay.

The pressure of another girl’s lips was like nothing Elise had ever experienced. She had only kissed a few guys in her life, none of whom felt as soft or as gentle as Annie. It’s not necessarily that Elise liked it; kissing a girl was just different. Under other circumstances, perhaps she would have been more open to exploring how the unique sensation made her feel, but this was not the time or place. Elise was only kissing Annie because she was compelled to do so, and she was also doing so in front of an audience.

But what choice did she have? One wrong move, and the last of her modesty would be stripped away. Kaitlyn was also on a serious power trip. There was a good chance that the awful redhead would renege on the original deal if Elise gave her a reason to. And, in her currently handcuffed state, Elise was in no position to rebel without risking a lot more than just her stolen possessions. So, pushing past her reluctance and prudish reservations, Elise began making out with Annie.

Their lips met again and again, deepening into a more passionate make-out session with every second. As shy as Annie had seemed about all this, the girl definitely didn’t hold back once they got started. Her hands constantly squeezed and massaged Elise’s bare breasts, and she kissed with a surprising amount of fervor. Was the small brunette actually into girls? Or was she just trying to impress Kaitlyn? Either way, Elise wasn’t prepared for the energy. And, with her body primed for pleasure from the clamps, it was a losing battle from the beginning. At some point, Annie tweaked her nipples in just the right way, and Elise immediately lost herself for a moment. Back slightly arching, she hummed a moan into Annie’s mouth as they locked lips for a moment of passion Elise hadn’t seen coming.

Which, of course, is when Kaitlyn stepped in. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “Annie, I think that’s enough. Elise is enjoying her lesbian self a little too much.”

It was like being hit with a bucket of cold water. Elise was snapped out of the pleasure that had snuck up on her, finding herself once again in the mortifying reality of being fully topless in front of an audience.

Annie had broken the kiss at Kaitlyn’s words, but lingered long enough to glance up at Elise with bright eyes and a soft smile. “You’re a good kisser,” she whispered. With one more firm squeeze, causing Elise to gasp and flinch at another wave of reluctant pleasure drawn from her breasts, Annie stepped aside and once again revealed Elise to the whole room.

Kaitlyn stepped forward. She gestured to Annie, “How about a round of applause for Annie? Way to step up, girl!”

Annie blushed at the sudden attention, but gave a sheepish smile and a tiny bow when the rest of the girls clapped and cheered for her. That’s all it took. Kaitlyn’s simple compliment framed things in a way that gave Annie all of the glory. Normally, Elise wasn’t a shallow girl, but she actually felt a little bitter that all of her own bravery was for nothing. She just made out with a girl, for the first time ever, but no one in the room was going to give her any props for it. Thanks to Kaitlyn, everyone thought Elise was already a lesbian slut.

An innocent, straight girl, perceived as the complete opposite.

Elise had half a mind to set the record straight, so to speak, but any lingering bravery from the kiss was quickly evaporating when a phantom breeze and her peripherals reminded her that she was fully topless in public. Well, not quite in public, but still way more exposed than she had ever been before in front of others. That, and Kaitlyn was already moving on.

“Now, Elise,” she said, “I don’t think you should be allowed to grade our rooms any more. You say you’re searching for contraband, but I’m pretty sure that’s just an excuse to look through our underwear drawers or something.”

Oh God, the other girls were actually considering the speculation. Elise could see the looks of shock and disgust around the room, and a few of the girls instantly began whispering to each other while casting constant judgy glances towards the topless prefect. This was insane. Even if Elise was a lesbian, which she wasn’t, she absolutely wouldn’t violate anyone’s privacy like that!

Kaitlyn just gave the usual smirk and sauntered over to Elise. “Don’t worry, girls. I have a solution. From now on, Elise isn’t allowed in here without my express permission. She’ll just give everyone an A, every time, and we can all stop worrying about room inspections.” Suddenly, Kaitlyn was even more of a hero than Annie was. Room grades were more about making sure no one was keeping anything against school policy in their dorms. The cleanliness factor was still there as a way to teach responsibility, but it was less important in comparison.

Either way, surely Elise couldn’t be expected to pass over a whole suite every day! Apparently, Kaitlyn didn’t feel the need to make the exposed blonde agree this time around. Instead, she just moved on.

“Okay, Elise,” she said, “Ready for your 6th task?”

[Bqt]

Thank you so much for writing more. I hope you can finish your story this summer. It is the most impressing story I’ve ever red. Pls keep on.

[*Lady Lucia*]

Tasks.

Elise had forgotten about those completely. Because, in the grand scheme of things, everything she had gone through recently made the first few tasks seem like nothing. Putting on Annie’s uniform, kissing the girl; what were some of the other ones? All she knew for sure is that task five turned out to be WAY more than what she bargained for.

Topless room inspections would have been mortifying enough; looking back, it was crazy enough that she even agreed to that. But then Kaitlyn had stretched it out so much. Elise ‘agreed’ to put on a collar before even stepping out of the private bedroom. But even after revealing herself to a common room full of girls, everything had snowballed out of control. Nipple clamps, getting her sensitive breasts mercilessly slapped as a way for the younger girls to take out their frustrations on her, and making out with Annie to seal Kaitlyn’s story about her being a lesbian. All of that, within one task. Even now, she was still handcuffed with her upper half still bared to the common room audience.

If that was all the fifth task, what the hell did Kaitlyn have in mind for the sixth?

Elise knew better than to argue at this point. She was supposed to be speaking like a proper Edgewood girl when Kaitlyn asked her a question. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” she said, “I’m ready for my 6th task.”

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn said. She gave a teasing tug to Elise’s collar, then tilted the blonde’s head with a finger under her chin. The message was obvious: Don’t look at them; look at me. “Now then, you’ve been nice and obedient. Although I guess that doesn’t really count, since being a pet turns you on.” A wave of giggles rippled through the room at that. Not only were they amused, but all the other girls still seemed to believe that there was a truth to the words. Kaitlyn had set things up in a way where the kinky toys were believed to be Elise’s, save for the few girls that knew what was really going on.

She knew silence was the better play, but Elise couldn’t help herself. It would actually be preferable for the others to think that Kaitlyn tricked her into all of this, rather than all of them thinking that she was secretly kinky in all the ways the cruel redhead alluded to. It was all so backwards. She was an inexperienced, overall vanilla girl, and yet her reputation was about to be the exact opposite. “I don’t-”

“Hush, pet.” Kaitlyn lifted the finger from Elise’s chin up to her lips, pressing down firmly, “You won’t complain. You won’t make a fuss. Remember?”

The phrases were familiar, yes, but it felt like years since Kaitlyn had said them back in her room during the first task. Glancing away dejectedly, Elise just gave a meek nod instead of trying to speak through Kaitlyn’s finger.

“Good girl. Speak out of turn again, and we might have another round of this.” With zero warning, Kaitlyn’s other hand crashed down onto one of Elise’s breasts. The bound blonde yelped for a moment, but the sound was cut off by Kaitlyn clamping her full hand over Elise’s mouth. “Do you want every girl to have another turn?”

Elise rapidly shook her head left and right, long hair swishing a little bit from the jerky motion against Kaitlyn’s hand that held its position. She had barely been able to handle the first round of her overly sensitive boobs taking that much pain. Another round, and she honestly didn’t know if her body could handle it. And Kaitlyn’s eyes gave away how tempted she was to go ahead with that experiment.

Ultimately, she seemed to decide against it. “Then behave.” A curt command, and then the redhead removed her hand from Elise’s mouth. “For your sixth task, Elise, here are your options. One, give every girl here permission to take some pictures of you right now. I’m sure everyone would love to capture this memory.”

Elise’s eyes widened almost more than when she had first dealt with the unexpected and audacious experience of a girl hitting her boob. In the moment, that seemed like the ultimate show of disrespect; way more than a slap to the face. But after everything Elise had done to salvage a few shreds of dignity throughout this humiliating experience, Kaitlyn was suggesting pictures to round things off? These were GIRLS. The whole school would have copies within an hour.

Her authority was already beyond lost to this group of ten, but there were plenty of other first-years that Elise was supposed to oversee. If this were to get out, she might as well forfeit her prefect status and pray that none of the teachers or administration end up seeing her indecent exposure. Oh God, or what if this ended up online somewhere? Friends and family could potentially see her as well, and Elise was sure that Kaitlyn would manipulate the pictures to make it look like Elise was the one doing this for slutty attention or something instead of being coerced or blackmailed into it.

“What’s- what’s the other option?” Elise asked, biting her lower lip out of nervousness. Anything. Anything would be better than more or less giving Kaitlyn and company permission to expose her to the entire world.

With a smirk, Kaitlyn placed a hand on her hip. She was clearly prepared for Elise to turn down the first option, and happy to see the look on the topless prefect’s face at the mere suggestion of such an idea. Pausing for a moment to build suspense, she finally gave the alternative.

“Or,” Kaitlyn said, casually cruel as ever, “You can take off your skirt for us.”

[Brightsun]

Great update