Alumni: Kim’s Revenge

Driving home, Lisa was ecstatic. She’d just had the kinkiest, most satisfying sexual experience of her life, and she couldn’t wait to tell Kim about it. Unfortunately she’d promised Mr. Evans she’d keep it a secret. She could clearly see how he’d get fired for sure if the school found out, plus everyone would think she was some kind of freaky slut. But oh my god, it was so awesome, and Kim was practically her girlfriend, she knew she could keep a secret, and there was no way she couldn’t tell her.

As she drove, though, it started to sink in what had happened, and the more she thought about it, the more she wondered why he did it. Mr. Evans had always been such a nice guy, like a friend, and she and all the other girls, not to mention their parents, trusted him implicitly. Who knew underneath he was a raging pervert who would string a girl up and fuck her after a thorough spanking. It didn’t really occur to her that he might have known she would be into it, or that it had been carefully planned out. For all she knew this is what he did for fun. Then she thought, oh shit, what if he’s doing some of the other girls too?

As she pulled up to her house and ran upstairs to shower and change, the emotions began to mix into a slow boil; her full-body satisfaction was being replaced by a growing confusion as more questions kept coming up. It just didn’t make sense that this would suddenly happen the way it did.

“How was practice, dear?” her mom asked from down the hall. It was later than she usually got home, and there was an underlying inquiry in her mother’s tone.

She had to mentally regroup. “Oh, fine. Turns out we left a bunch of stuff behind on Saturday, and we got in a ton of trouble for it.” She was trying to sound as normal as possible. “Then I had to stay afterwards to talk to coach about it.”

“Dee called a little while ago,” her mom continued from the doorway of her room, apparently satisfied with the explanation. “She just got back from school and said you should call her.”

“K, thanks,” Lisa said, hurrying into her room to avoid the possibility of a face to face. She was a pretty good liar, as any teenager would be, but there was way more to hide here, plus there might be some extra funky fragrances wafting about. She tossed her well-used workout clothes onto one of the many piles of clothes, hiding them in plain sight, put on her robe, and scurried to the bath.

In the shower the hot water made her ass smart a bit, and she giggled at the absurdity of it. She rubbed her wrists, which were sore and a little red from the binding, hoping there wouldn’t be an leftover marks she’d have to explain. As she stood there under the soothing flow, she went through the afternoon and the past few days in her mind, looking for clues as to how it all came about. She also analyzed how Mr. Evans had been behaving towards the other girls, to see if there was anything going on there. But she came up with nothing.

Once out of the shower and toweling off, she thought back about what she’d told Dee about the weird way coach kept bumping into her, wondering if that had gotten him worked up, too. Then she stopped. Dee. She’d told Dee all this stuff. About the bumping, about thinking he was hot. Oh my god, even about the spanking. She threw on her robe and ran back to her room. She went through her bag to find her phone. Yup, Dee called her cell too. There had to be something to that. She was about to hit the call back when she had a wtf moment. Her gratification with having figured part of it out gave way to more confusion. Did Dee just tell him about her? Was she in on it? If so, that could mean she was doing him too. Her emotions boiled up again through small doses of anger, jealousy, embarrassment, and annoyance. Then she composed herself a bit. It was still the best fuck she’d ever had, and she was surely hoping for more of it. She sat and pondered a moment what she was going to say to Dee. She finally decided she’d say nothing and see how it played out. She hit the button.

“Hey, what’s up!” Dee said excitedly on the other end. “I just got back, can you hang out tonight?’

Sounded like normal Dee so far. “Yeah, maybe. I got a little homework to do, but you know what, fuck it, I’m a senior; they can’t fail me now, right? Want me to see what Kim’s doing? We can probably hang out over there later.” She still wanted to tell Kim about it all, and there was no way she wasn’t going to see her this evening.

“Sure, I gotta have dinner with my folks, but I’ll check in after seven and see where you’re at.”

“Cool, talk to you later.” She hung up. Nothing suspicious there. She dialed Kim.

“Hey sweetness,” Kim said, “How’d your talk with coach go?” Kim had left with the rest of the team after they got chewed out.

“Um, interestingly. What are you doing now?” She wasn’t going to talk about it on the phone, but she really couldn’t wait, and there was no way she could pull off sitting through dinner with her mom. She had to find an excuse to get out.

“Whoa, what’s ‘interestingly’ mean, Speedy Puss? What’s going on?” Speedy Puss was Kim’s nickname for Lisa, which packed multiple meanings, both obvious and private. “My folks are going out in a few, so come on over. But you gotta give me a hint first, or there’ll be no desert.”

“Sorry, Shake, no dice, too big. See you in a about fifteen.” She hung up. Shake was short for chocolate shake, her playful reference to her mixed race, but also handy for other allusions, like ‘Do you want fries with that shake.’ Her phone buzzed with a text, from Kim. “Bitch,” was all it said. She smiled and got herself ready, told her mom she was going to Kim’s, then headed out the door.

Lisa’s mom, Paula, was pretty accepting of her daughter’s behavior. It really wasn’t that bad compared to some of the stuff she knew was going on with other kids. If she wasn’t doing her homework, she spent most of her time either at practice or with Kim, so she didn’t have to worry too much about. And even though it was supposed to be a secret, she pretty much knew there was something going on between the two. But hey, it was better than having to fret over some infested boy knocking her daughter up. She’d been divorced five years now, and was just as happy to have her little girl avoiding the opposite sex for the time being. Plenty of time to learn that hard lesson in the future.

Kim’s parents were just pulling out as Lisa drove up. They waved from the car, and she waved back heading up the path to the door. She walked in and headed back to the kitchen to find Kim. They shared a big wet kiss and a nice hug the way they usually did when no one was around, then held each other about the waist for a moment longer.

“So, what the fuck, Puss, why the mystery? What happened?” Kim was not one to waste time.

“Um, this is going to take a while to spell out, so relax.” Lisa said to calm her girl down. “I’m not hiding anything, but jeez, let me figure out where to start.” She released her embrace and sat down at the table.

“Hiding anything?!” Kim said, eyes wide, as she resumed munching her snack, standing at the counter. “What the hell?”

“Yeah, I know. Trust me, holy crap.” The magnitude of what had happened and how she was going to explain it was hitting her again. “Ok, first, and completely, completely serious, this goes nowhere, right? You tell not one single person, or seriously bad things happen, so promise. Promise or I never touch your pretty, bald snatch ever again.”

“Oh, you’ll touch it,” Kim said smugly, “but I promise already, go.”

Lisa sat for about ten seconds, thinking through how to start conveying everything that was relevant to the event, then, overwhelmed, just jumped to a starting point.

“He spanked me.”

“WHAT?!” Kim was incredulous, her hand to her mouth as she burst out laughing.