"Did you write this?" demanded Gina although the answer was obvious."Yes, you are a fat and ugly old slut," sneered Ryan, whose defiance was as per ea...lier arguments."I will teach you to talk to your mother like that, get your arse bare and bend over this table," ordered Gina as she picked up the cane.Ryan wanted nothing more than to be bent over bare-arsed, but to prolong the anticipation he snapped back, "Fuck you."The build-up had got them both almost into the perfect mood and Gina's dark. Thus jocks had to dress normally, which did much to break up their "we are special and better than anyone else" culture.Many of the privileges extended to the team were removed. Even the cheerleaders were told they wouldn't be cheering any of the football team's games or other football events until further notice, which wouldn't be for at least a full year. They were told to concentrate on the games of other sports. My soccer teammates were very happy with me, and asked me to get beaten up by. She could obviously see a dip in my face as she came over to me to give me a hug and asked if I really like it that much. I replied that I do and she agreed to let me do it then. Not long after she left the house with her panties holding my cum.Later that afternoon she gave me a call and explained that the meeting was running over and that she would be a bit late. After hanging up I headed to the kitchen to start cooking dinner so it could be ready when Cari arrived home. Cari walked through. ." Tori trailed off, staring at the near empty plate before her. "Look, I've kinda avoided the subject while we've been working together, but I guess we should talk about what you wanted to ask me to begin with." What?" You wanted to talk about a guy? Freddie, I'm assuming." No," Sam said coldly, making it very clear that the subject was about as off limits as it could get. "Never mind that." No…" Tori pleaded, reaching across the table to touch Sam's hands, which flinched but didn't pull away.