St. Monica's School for Girls

By Jenna Tarp

Published on Nov 1, 2001

Lesbian

The author permits any kind of archiving, posting, reposting, and reproduction in fixed form or otherwise, of this story. Copyright (C) 2001. This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic descriptions of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females with minor females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The religious backdrop and sometimes-violent content may also be offensive. Descriptions, scenes, characters and situations are purely fictional and intended solely for the entertainment of its readers. Send comments to: JennaTarp@yahoo.com

Chapter Nine

Sister Ann rolled the sleepy Jenna onto her back, which made Jenna suddenly feel uncomfortable. Jenna awoke and shook the cobwebs from her mind. She stood up, stretched and rubbed her ass. Her butt was a little sore and it all became painfully clear. Sister Ann had spanked her in front of two girl's mothers! She gasped at the horrible memory.

Jenna focused her eyes and discovered she was still in Sister Ann's office and Sister Ann was sitting behind her desk. Startled, she quickly tried to compose herself by straightening her clothes and fixing her hair. Jenna felt very uncomfortable seeing Sister Ann working on some paperwork apparently unaware that she was even in the room. Jenna wasn't sure if she should just leave or if she should excuse herself first. The whole moment seemed awkward. "Excuse me, Sister Ann, are you through with me?" Jenna winced at her choice of words, they just didn't feel right.

Without looking up from her paperwork Sister Ann said, "Call Judge Landers at 555-6540 after school."

Jenna didn't know what to think. Why did she need to call the judge? She hoped it had nothing to do with what went on at school today. She shivered at the thought of what it might concern.

"You are dismissed for the day, Ms. Tarp," Sister Ann said, "without pay."

Her day was ruined anyway and besides she didn't feel good. Jenna turned and left the office. She was devastated at what had happened to her in there and even more devastated at how she reacted. She kept having this foggy memory of not only being spanked, but also seemingly enjoying it. As she walked through the vacant hallway, she shook her head and rubbed her temples. The whole morning was like a big mystery she couldn't solve. She was having difficulty separating fact from fiction, truth from untruth. She finally gave up and decided to just forget about it. "It was all just a bad dream," she told herself.

Jenna immediately felt better. Writing off the whole morning simply made her feel great. She regained her posture as she entered her empty classroom to gather her keys and personal belongings and go home. She was looking forward to going to bed and getting some much-needed sleep.

As soon as she got home, she tossed her purse on the sofa, went into her bedroom, stripped down to her panties and crawled in bed. Soon she was fast asleep.

When Jenna woke up, it was already after 5:00. She sat up like a shot when she remembered, "Judge Landers!" She scrambled for the phone and then fumbled through her purse the judges phone number. She quickly dialed the number and listened for its ring. A bolt of electricity shot up her spine as wondered what she would say and equally important, she wondered what the judge wanted.

Jenna heard the judge's voice come on the line with the customary 'hello' and she nervously replied, "J-judge Landers, this is Jenna Tarp...from St. Monica's."

"Oh yes, Ms. Tarp," Judge Landers began somberly, "I'll get right to the point. I want you to meet me tonight. After today's discussion at the school, I want to discuss how you think we should proceed."

Jenna almost peed herself. She felt faint and couldn't breathe. She thought her heart stopped. What did all that mean? Was she going to jail? She gasped deeply and closed her eyes and she tried to compose herself. Barely able to hold the phone to her ear, she answered, "Uh, o-okay, where would you like to meet?"

Jenna shakily wrote down the address of a local pub the judge recommended. She hung up the phone and grabbed her chest. What did the judge mean when she said, 'and dress like you would for school, except nicer?' Jenna asked herself as she jumped in the shower.

Jenna was very nervous as she rummaged through her closet looking for something to wear. Her mind was filled with questions causing her tons of anxiety. She wasn't thinking clearly as she dressed. She picked out a blue sleeveless mini-dress that had a deep cut in the back and clung to her like a glove. The judge had said to dress 'nice' so the place she was going to was undoubtedly upscale. She slipped on a pair of her favorite thong style undies before pulling on the dress.

Jenna checked her appearance in the mirror before slipping on her matching pumps. Even she was impressed at how she looked. The blue stretchy dress followed every glorious curve and showed off her exquisite physique in a very sexy way. "H-m-m," Jenna hummed, "Maybe I can hook myself up with a man tonight," grinning, she said aloud. She tossed her hair, applied some make-up and her favorite lipstick, grabbed her purse and keys and headed out.

She told the judge she'd meet her at 7:00 sharp and judging by the part of town she was going to, she had just enough time. Darkness had already fallen and a light misty drizzle had begun as she drove.

Arriving in the part of town where the directions led, Jenna peered through rain soaked windows looking for street names and addresses. The section of town was pretty run down and Jenna wondered if she'd gotten the address wrong. The rhythmic sound of the wiper blades as they squished back and forth was making Jenna nervous. She turned the radio on softly as a distraction.

As the addresses counted down closer to her destination, the seedier the area became. Parked cars checkered both sides of the dimly lit street. One-story businesses with neon signs in the windows lined the left side of the street and old homes lined the right. Large dark maple trees grew along the street in front of almost every house. They stretched high above the street and almost provided a canopy.

The rain stopped as Jenna slowed her car as she approached the address for the bar. She slowly pulled her car to right when she saw a neon 'Bud' sign in the window. "Is this the place? My gawd, it's awful," Jenna muttered to herself. She felt a creepy sense of nervousness as she checked her face in the rear view mirror. She looked up and down the dark vacant street before she opened the door. She took a deep breath, pushed it open and dashed across the street slamming the car door shut as she ran.

She pushed open the door to the bar and walked in. The bar was very dark and trimmed with dark stained wood. The long, stool lined bar sat to the left and was attended by a rather tall woman with a short buzz cut. Jenna felt the eyes of the few patrons inside, as the spring door slammed noisily behind her and startled her. Jenna looked around the bar, which was small and had only a few candlelit tables to her right, a pool table straight in the back and a few booths along the far wall past the tables.

Jenna felt very uncomfortable as she took a few steps inside and heard the soft music from a jukebox playing in the background. Her stomach tightened and she held her breath when she felt like the bartender was staring at her. The mirrored wall behind the bartender was decorated with glassware, liquor bottles, and few neon beer signs. The whole place was dark except for the small amount of track lighting behind the bar and the light over the pool table in back.

Jenna jumped and gasped when she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her. She turned quickly to see the taller Judge Landers.

"We're over here, Ms. Tarp," the judge said matter-of-factly, pulling Jenna's arm.

The way the judge led her toward the booth with her strong grip, Jenna felt like a child being taken to her room. The judge was so much taller than she was, it may have even looked like that, she told herself. Jenna sensed she would be scolded like a child too. Mentally she prepared herself for the worse.

As Jenna stumbled along under the physical control of Judge Landers, she noticed the bar had only a few pairs of women in it and guessed it was probably some 'Ladies Night' since it was Tuesday. She felt their eyes on her as the judge led her to their booth. Jenna felt strangely naked like she was being stripped of her clothes by their eyes. A shiver ran down her spine and her nipples sprang to erectness. She hated when that happened. Her nipples seemed to do that at the worst times and always sent the wrong message.

The judge pushed Jenna into the booth and sat down across from her. "I called you here to discuss what you did at the school, the ramifications and a resolution," Judge Landers firmly stated.

Jenna felt her heart skip a beat and her face get flush. She didn't know what to say, in fact, she couldn't speak.

"First off, I need to know if you followed my instructions to the letter," started the judge.

Jenna didn't know what she meant and looked puzzled. Her mind was cluttered with worry and anxiety and she couldn't process cryptic messages. "W-what do you mean," asked a confused Jenna.

"Did you dress in the SAME manner as you do for school? Let me cut right to the chase, Ms. Tarp, are you wearing underwear?" the judge inquired.

Jenna was shocked. She didn't know what to say. Why would she ask about something so private? Certainly the judge expected her to WEAR underwear. Any respectable woman would do that and she was certainly respectable. Confidently she answered, "Yes."

Judge Landers expression changed to a scowl, "Get them off, NOW!" she ordered.

"W-what?" Jenna squeaked.

In a loud voice, easily drawing attention to them in the small confines of the bar, the judge repeated, "I said, get them off, NOW!"

Jenna winced at the loudness of the statement and looked around to see if anyone had heard. Much to her embarrassment, everyone was now staring in her direction. Jenna froze as she felt all eyes in the room bore in on her. She didn't know what to do. Her humiliation gripped her muscles and she couldn't move. She couldn't believe the judge was serious. Even though the judge had a look of anger on her face, Jenna couldn't believe she really meant 'now'.

She tried to scrunch down in the bench to hide. Why did she have to have her back in the corner and be facing the whole room? Everyone could see her clearly. She wished she was sitting where the judge was, so she could be out of sight from the bar patrons. If the judge WAS serious and she wanted her to take her panties off right then, everyone would be able to see her do it.

Jenna poured through her options. Her heart beating faster as her time ran out. She had to decide what to do and quick. What would happen if she said 'no'? She reasoned the judge would freak out and maybe even have her arrested. Hell, she might do that anyway, she told herself. Jenna squirmed in her seat when she thought about being arrested.

When the judge yelled, "NOW!" Jenna leaped into action. Without thinking she reached up her dress and yanked her panties to her knees and quickly kicked them on the floor. Panting with fear at being yelled at she huffed, "OKAY, they're off."

Judge Landers needed to establish her control over the young teacher immediately. She wanted the young budding lesbian slut to know exactly who was in charge and why. Sternly she began, "Ms. Tarp, you have committed many crimes that are punishable by several YEARS in prison. You have taken indecent liberties with a minor, rape of minor child and indecent exposure to name a few. These are serious crimes."

Jenna's heart raced with fear. She expected Judge Landers to tell her she would be arrested, charged and convicted before being tossed in prison. Jenna's mind fought images of rape by women and prison guards as she sat there contemplating her future. She tried to listen as the judge continued.

"Ms. Tarp, do you want to go to prison?" asked the judge.

Jenna knew the answer to that question, "N-no, please don't send me to prison. I'll do ANYTHING to stay out of jail," she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears. Jenna was serious. She did NOT want to go to prison and she would serve any kind of community service, for however long if she could just stay out of prison. She knew the judge could probably pull strings and keep her out, so she would willingly clean her toilets to do so, she told herself.

"Good. I was hoping you'd feel that way," purred the judge. "I think I need to put you to a little test, first, to see if you're really serious about doing ANYTHING to stay out of prison."

Jenna felt a sudden burst of hope. She WAS willing to do whatever the judge wanted. She'd wait tables, get coffee, clean her house, wash clothes, heck, she kidded herself, she'd even do windows! For the first time in two days she felt like she was getting a break and she began to relax. "I'll do it. Whatever it is, I'll do it," insisted a more confident Jenna.

"Okay then," started the judge, her voice lowering to an almost inaudible level, "I want you to go into that bathroom," she said thumbing over her shoulder, "and proposition the first female that comes in there. Tell her you want to eat her out, just like that, 'eat her out'. Got it?"

Blood rushed from Jenna's brain and settled in her feet. She couldn't concentrate anymore. Did she hear her right? Was she supposed to go into a public bathroom and proposition some stranger and tell her she wanted to 'eat her out'! My gawd, that was disgusting! Jenna was totally embarrassed that she had been so naive as to not think about THAT possibility. Why did she agree to do 'ANYTHING' before she knew what it was? What an idiot she was!

As she thought about how horrible the request was, she balanced it against her options: prison. Her heart sank as realized she really DIDN'T have an option. She slumped in her seat as the realization set in. She began to feel sick. She pictured herself sticking her tongue into some strangers' vagina and almost vomited.

Reluctantly, Jenna had to agree. She could do this, she told herself as she tried to muster up strength. She glanced around the room to see who it might be. Would it be the bartender? Or how about one of the two biker-looking chicks drinking beer? Or maybe one of the two business-looking women sitting together at the table? She shuddered at the thought of it being ANY of them.

As Jenna convinced herself that doing this disgusting act was better than prison, she felt a familiar twinge. "What was that?" Jenna questioned herself, appalled that she would even feel the SLIGHTEST sense of arousal for being forced to do something so repulsive!

She shook her head and tried to clear her thoughts. She knew she'd have to do this. As she stared at the judge, who stared back, she felt like a kid who'd just gotten caught stealing. She knew she was wrong and she'd have to pay the price. Sheepishly, she looked down and whispered, "Okay, I'll do it."

Jenna pushed her knees off the side of the bench, stood up, straightened her dress and headed toward the bathroom. She felt the eyes of the room follow her every step and she burst out with goose bumps and her nipples sprang to hardness. Damn, she hated that. "Why did that happen now?" she scolded herself.

With each step she took, her large breasts bounced up and down causing her nipples to abrade on the coarse material of her dress. The sensation was incredible and she wondered why she hadn't worn it more often. "NO!" she screamed in her mind, "NOW is NOT the time to think like that!" and she quickly gathered her thoughts again.

She pushed open the door to the bathroom and entered the dimly lit, filthy room. One dirty sink positioned under a small vanity mirror, was in the near corner and two door-less stalls were against the opposite wall. The floor was covered in chipped red paint that led to a dirty drain in middle of the floor. The wall next to the sink that was opposite the stalls was scratched and scribbled with nasty graffiti messages. Jenna wanted to vomit at the smell of the place. Out of curiosity she looked in the stalls at the dirty, encrusted toilets, filthy with brown rings.

She quickly became very afraid and regretted her decision. She figured that anyone that would use a bathroom this disgusting was probably diseased themselves. She envisioned a woman's dirty pussy in her face and she gagged. Why did she ever agree to do this? What was she thinking? Could prison be this bad? Maybe she should tell the judge she changed her mind and she'd rather take her chances in court.

Jenna was startled back into reality when she heard the door fly open and bang hard against the back wall. She turned around quickly and saw not one but BOTH biker-chicks walk in.

"What are you looking at, bitch?" said the first to enter, in a gruff manly sounding voice.

"N-nothing," stammered a frightened Jenna.

"Are calling me NOTHING?" asked the first, larger chick. Speaking to her shorter, rounder friend the tall biker chick said, "This bitch just called me NOTHING."

Jenna wanted to bolt for the door but it was being blocked by the shorter one. She was trembling with fear as the two ambled closer. Jenna's heart was pounding faster and harder as she backed up. She jumped when her back contacted the cold cinder block wall opposite the stalls. She tried to cover herself from the leering eyes of the two mean looking women.

As the two pressed in closer to the trembling young teacher, now huddling against the wall, the tall one snarled, "Well I think YOU'RE nothing. Let's see what you got on under that pretty dress of yours."

Jenna panicked. She was frozen with fear and she begged, "please...don't...please leave me alone, PLEASE!" Jenna clutched her hands tightly to her chest in a vain attempt to cover her huge breasts and protect herself.

Jenna felt the two large women lean against her, one of each side. The smell of stale beer on their breath almost made her puke. She flinched when she felt a cold hand touch both her thighs on the out side of her legs. She grimaced as their weight pushed her hard against the wall, pinning her helplessly.

Jenna didn't understand why the large one started a slow count.

"One...two..." she began, "THREE!"

At that, both biker chicks ripped up on the hem of Jenna's dress and pulled it over her head and completely off her body. Jenna gasped loudly as the dress left her body, pulling her arms from protective cover, and was tossed behind the two. Now she was completely naked in front of these two hulking women. She tried to cover herself as best she could, but despite her best efforts her breasts were hanging in full view and her pinched knees did little to hide her tiny muff.

Jenna huffed with breathless fear as she tried to scrunch down from view. Jenna wanted to scream, but couldn't.

Each biker took one of Jenna's arms and forced it overhead and pinned it against the wall. Jenna's breasts were pushed outward since her back had to arch.

Jenna tried to squirm under the pressure against her arms, but her feet were almost dangling off the ground.

With their free hands the bikers groped the young teacher's firm flesh. They massaged her breasts, ran their hands up and down her taught stomach, brushing lightly over her soft pubic mound and down across her thighs.

Jenna continued to struggle but something strange began to happen. She felt her skin become covered in goose bumps as the twos hands wandered. "What was happening?" she begged herself for an answer. "T-this can't be!" she screamed in her mind, as she wriggled against the wall. Despite her best efforts to fight off the unintended arousal, it didn't work. She couldn't believe it.

She let out a loud gasp when she felt the shorter one's mouth clamp onto her breast and begin to suckle her nipple. She looked down as the woman intensified her sucking and pulling on her nipple and let out another moan, "O-o-o-o-h-h-h."

The tall one asked in a rhetorical manner, "you like this, don't you bitch?" and she slid her hand over Jenna's soft pubic area and pushed her middle digit into the soft moist flesh. "Oh yeah, you like it."

Jenna was mortified. How could that be? She continued to wriggle against the unwanted touches of these two women but somehow she still got wet! Jenna didn't understand it. Her mind was clouded with questions for which she didn't have answers. All she knew was that the tall one was right somehow.

Jenna's confusion continued, as did the digital probe and the animalistic sucking on her breast. As her struggling turned to writhing, Jenna looked down and watched the woman suck her breast with reckless abandon. Jenna felt sweat forming against the once cold cement wall as her breathing changed to panting. She didn't understand any of it. Her mind was telling her one thing but her body was reacting in a completely different manner and IT was winning! Her head rolled from side-to-side as the intensity of her arousal built toward orgasm.

The two bikers were relentless. Jenna was reaching the edge and she wouldn't be able to fight it much more. Being raped by two biker chicks in a filthy bathroom of a bar wasn't enough to deter the overwhelming sensations her body was receiving. When she felt the hot breath of the tall one whisper in her ear,

"Go ahead and cum, bitch, it's okay."

Jenna released a rush of sloppy orgasmic liquid all over the tall one's hand, "A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h". Jenna's pussy involuntarily pulsated with squirts of love juice as she ground her hips against the middle finger.

The tall one retracted her slimy finger from the young teacher, sniffed it and pushed it into Jenna's mouth saying, "Suck it bitch."

Jenna woozy from the intensity of the orgasm willingly sucked on the bikers finger. She lapped and bathed it with her tongue, "M-m-m-m-m-m," not really thinking about what she was doing. Jenna had never tasted herself before and convinced herself that the delectable flavor was just the biker's finger, not herself.

Jenna wanted to sleep but the two bikers grabbed her arms and held her between them. As they headed to the exit, the tall one grabbed her dress off the floor. They pushed open the door and shoved the young teacher back into the bar, tossing her dress in the direction of the judge.

Jenna not fully aware of her circumstances and banged into a couple tables, as she stumbled across the room. Her breasts banging wildly from side-to-side, she tried to cover herself as best she could as she slowly regained her faculties. Jenna stumbled for the sanctity of the booth and Judge Landers when she heard the tall biker say,

"She's all yours, your Honor."

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Next: Chapter 10


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