The Little Schoolgirl: Pep Rally

 

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Jenni's Pep Rally Adventure

This story takes place in the middle of Discipline for Jenni: Semester 2, a few weeks after The Football Game.



"Hey Jenni,” Clara said softly as the door of In-School-Suspension opened and a girl shuffled out. The girl looked a little worse for wear. Her dark brunette locks were tangled and damp, her uniform shirt was untucked and askew, and her skirt, which admittedly would have been too short for school regulations if worn correctly, was so high up that Clara could actually see the freshly beaten petals of Jenni’s sex. They were still wet too. Clara couldn’t help gulping a little at seeing the handiwork of Ms. Temis, the faculty moderator who handled the punishments at ISS.

“Wow,” Clara said, stepping up next to Jenni, who walked slowly and delicately down the hall. “Looks like Ms. Temis worked you over. You doing okay?”

Jenni gave the cheerleader a small smile. “Nothing a long hot soak in a bathtub won’t fix,” she said ruefully. “I had some control issues today.”

Clara pursed her lips. “Too many orgasms, huh?”

Jenni nodded and took a deep breath. Clara didn’t understand what In-School-Suspension was actually like, because Clara was one of the good students. Generally. She was lieutenant on the Varsity Cheerleading team, looked like a million bucks, and was treated like royalty by the faculty. Of course, part of that was because Clara obeyed the rules. Her school uniform skirt came down almost to her knees. Her blouse was perfectly white, crisp, and definitely not see-through. And had a teacher ever checked, Clara probably wasn’t just wearing panties, but a pair of shorts under her skirt, and she was definitely wearing a bra. 

In short, doing everything right, compared to Jenni.  

But one thing Clara didn’t understand was that Jenni craved the stimulation, and the subsequent punishment, that came with being the school discipline problem. It was an itch that had to be scratched, a desperate need that seemed to constantly overwhelm her. It was all she thought about, struggling to finish class assignments in a state of perpetual horniness that never quite seemed to get satisfied, regardless of what deviant, masochistic, intense sexual situation she found herself in. She looked over at the cheerleader curiously.

“You rarely wait around for me,” she said curiously, and perhaps a touch hopefully. “Do you need me for the football game tomorrow?”

Jenni was, by default, a cheerleader. Or at least, she was part of the team. Sort of. She was placed there by the principal and Coach Hampton, not so she could root for C.P. Elrod’s football players on the field, but so they had a sacrificial lamb to offer for the metaphorical slaughter. Jenni had ended up in the opposing team’s locker room, on her back, tied with her legs open. It had been an intense and rather exciting evening, entertaining the victorious team. One she had no problem repeating if needed.

Clara blushed. She’d been the one to retrieve Jenni at the end of that particular event and had been shocked to find her cumsoaked and thoroughly fucked. Worse, she’d been happy with it. Evidently getting gangbanged by twenty sweaty, horny football players was just as much fun as breaking the rules at school and getting your pussy spanked. Who would have thunk?

But the cheerleader shook her head. “Not quite, but sort of. Tiffany was wondering if you would help us out with a skit at tomorrow’s Pep Rally.”

Jenni stopped, just a little startled. Tiffany was the Cheerleading Captain and had not been happy about Jenni being foisted upon the group, even though her purpose was to keep one of the regular cheerleaders out of the boy’s locker room. Tiffany was a blonde goddess, and if Clara was royalty at the school, Tiffany was the queen. And except for one private little session where Tiffany had taken Jenni home one day for a little one on one sexual exploration, their contact had been limited to the few cheerleading social functions she’d been allowed to attend. And there hadn’t been that many. Jenni, for what it was worth, was not exactly “cheerleader” material. 

Unless someone was filming a pornographic movie entitled “Cheerleader Sluts V”. 

“Uh... sure,” Jenni said immediately, hiding her surprise. She hadn’t been asked to help with a Pep Rally ever. She knew what they were. The entire school would assemble in the gym, forced to sit on those awful bench seats. Then the Cheerleading Squad, the school mascot, and the football players would all parade out. There would be music, maybe a number performed by the drill team, occasionally a quick performance by the marching band or the school’s show choir, and usually a funny skit where a hastily donned, hand-made costume of the opposing school’s mascot was roughed up and chased away. The skits were usually the best part, so Jenni appreciated being asked to be a part of it.

“Will I need to wear my uniform?” She asked.

Clara blinked. Jenni would most definitely be wearing a uniform, just not the one she was picturing in her head. She smiled woodenly. “Tiffany will provide everything. The only issue is we need you here at six in the morning for prep.”

Jenni blinked. “Oh. Um... I ride the bus in the mornings,” she offered lamely. Clara nodded.

“We know. Tiffany will pick you up tomorrow at five forty-five. She’ll drive you in.”

“What do I wear?” Jenni asked. 

Clara smiled. “Just your usual school uniform. The pep rally only lasts an hour. You’ll be back in class eventually.”

Jenni blinked, then looked back over her shoulder. “You mean back in ISS,” she said softly. “Getting punished.”

Clara patted the girl on the shoulder. “The Pep Rally will be a nice break from getting your pussy paddled. See you tomorrow.” Clara started to turn when Jenni caught her wrist.

“Clara?”

The cheerleader turned.

“Would you like to come home with me?” Jenni’s eyes sparkled with renewed energy. 

And mischief.

“And get in the bath with me?”

Clara smiled. Tiffany wasn’t the only one who liked to use Jenni. She moved her hand into Jenni’s and clasped it. “I hope Ms. Temis didn’t beat your clit too hard,” she said as the two girls headed for the exit. “Because I’m planning to give your little nub a very, very hard time. With my tongue.”

And Jenni only laughed. 

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