A Taste of Cheerleader Discipline Ch. 02

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It had been seven days since Roughton University’s Dean, Dick Hardown, met Courtney in his office and gave her some much needed discipline. Initially, Mr. Hardown believed that that incident would have led to a great week. Instead, he ended up having to spend that entire week filling out paperwork. To make matters worse, Courtney was out of town. Her grandfather had passed away, and she had to go to Michigan to attend his funeral that weekend. Yep. The law of averages was truly a bitch. Feeling bored, Mr. Hardown pulled out a camera from his desk and hit the playback button. When Courtney stopped by his office, he made sure that he filmed the entire “encounter.” Mr. Hardown re-watched footage from the event on his miniature camera. As he did so, he began to masturbate, stroking his cock as he watched himself seduce, arouse, and fuck Courtney. A few minutes later, he reached the climax, had an orgasm, and ejaculated. A stream of cum squirted out of his cock. Unfortunately, his cum landed on several sheets of important paperwork. “Shit!” he yelled. He grabbed his jacket and attempted to wipe the cum off of his paperwork. However, wiping his semen away only left a big smear on several of those pages pages. Mr. Hardown sat down and placed his head in his hands. If only time could move faster… Suddenly, he noticed something on his camera. Jenna, Courtney’s best friend, had also entered his office. A few seconds later, Courtney performed cunnilingus on Jenna while he jerked off into Jenna’s panties. Upon seeing Jenna, Mr. Hardown immediately remembered something. Courtney was out of town for the weekend, but Jenna was still on the cheerleading squad. And she would be cheering in tonight’s game against the Tinseltown Tigers. At that moment, Mr. Hardown had an idea. He quickly buckled his pants, zipped up his fly, and walked out of his office. Mr. Hardown walked towards the football field. He needed to get dirt on Jenna. Something that he could legitimately use against her. However, her record was surprisingly clean. Therefore, his only hope was to obtain information that would allow him to exert his authority over her as the dean. The cheerleaders were currently stretching on the track. Their bodies truly were amazing. Mr. Hardown immediately spotted Jenna. She did a cartwheel and backflipped towards him. As she landed, she leaned forward, allowing Mr. Hardown to look down her top. Jenna wasn’t wearing a bra, and her boobs were quite visible. She looked up to see who she landed nearby. She smiled. “Oh, almanbahis şikayet hi, Mr. Hardown!” she exclaimed. “How have you been?” “Lousy,” he said. “I’ve been stuck doing paperwork. It sucks.” “You make sucking sound like a bad thing,” she replied. Jenna gave Mr. Hardown a dirty wink. He shook his head. What a dirty little cheerleader. “You know full well that that’s not what I meant,” he said. “Alright, I have to go. Have fun.” “Oh, don’t worry,” she answered. “I will.” Jenna sprinted towards the football field. Her tiny miniskirt bounced up as she ran, and Mr. Hardown got a good look at her ass. Jenna’s violet cheer panties were too small for her large ass as both of her cheeks hung out. Mr. Hardown didn’t have to ask if she deliberately ordered a smaller size. Suddenly, Mr. Hardown’s dick shot upward. Shit! Mr. Hardown turned around and ran back to his car. He sat in his vehicle until he became calm, and his dick became limp again. Yes, Courtney was his favorite student, but Jenna was giving her best friend a serious run for her money. Throughout the night, Mr. Hardown conversed with a bunch of people that knew Jenna, hoping to get some dirt on her. Unfortunately, he was unsuccessful. Meanwhile, Roughton’s football team had a night for the ages. They lost 63-0. At home. To a team that was 0-11. It was amazing that the football program hadn’t being disbanded by now. Mr. Hardown walked back to his car. On a week like this, it was typical that he had failed to achieve his goal. Tonight, he would have to settle for porn on his laptop. Suddenly, he spotted someone in a cheerleader uniform hiding underneath the bleachers. Mr. Hardown followed her. He was determined to see who it was and what they were doing. It was Jenna. Jenna pulled out a joint from her right sneaker. She lit it up and began to smoke it. Boom! Mr. Hardown finally had something that he could use against her. He slowly pulled out his miniature camera, raised it up to his face, and took a few pictures of her smoking weed. He had his bargaining chip. He had his evidence. Now it was time for him to get some hot cheerleader pussy. Mr. Hardown calmly approached her. Jenna gasped as she tossed the joint away. “Hello, Jenna,” he said, pretending to act innocent and unsuspicious. “Lovely night, isn’t it?” “Yes, it is, Mr. Hardown,” she replied. She was hoping not to get caught, but it was too late. Mr. Hardown spotted the joint on the ground. He picked it up and showed it to her. “You know that smoking pot is not allowed on school almanbahis canlı casino grounds,” he informed her. “And your cheerleader manual forbids you from using any drugs at any time.” “Look, it’s been a rough week for me, okay?” she moaned. “Courtney is out of town, and my girlfriend dumped me when she found out about what we did last week. You know, when we…” “Jenna, rules are rules,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’m going to have to remove you from the squad.” “No!” she yelled, and tears immediately began to fill her eyes. “Please, Mr. Hardown! Please! I have to stay on this squad! I’m begging you! Please don’t take me off the squad! Please!” Mr. Hardown smiled. He had her right where he wanted her. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “We can forget this whole incident if you do something for me.” “Like what?” she asked. “Jenna, what the hell do you think I’m referring to?” he asked. He stared at her sexy body. “Oh!” Jenna yelled, as she realized what Mr. Hardown was suggesting. She reached underneath her miniskirt and dropped her panties. She lifted her right leg and pulled them off of her shoe, tossing them to the ground. Mr. Hardown shook his head in disapproval. “What’s wrong, Mr. Hardown?” she asked. “Don’t you like fucking horny little cheerleaders?” “Jenna, we’re on campus grounds,” he said. “And we’re outdoors. I might be crazy, but I’m not that crazy. We’re going to go back to my house. Then I can show you my brand of discipline.” “Oh, right,” she replied. “Sorry.” She grabbed her panties and pulled them back on. “So where do you live by the way?” “Just follow me, and you’ll find out,” he answered. Mr. Hardown drove down Tiedeman Boulevard. Jenna sat in the passenger seat of his black 2011 Honda Civic. She had the mirror down as she ran a black comb through her blonde hair. “Just out of your curiosity, do you take any pills?” Mr. Hardown asked. “You mean, am I on the pill?” Jenna responded. “Well, yeah. It’s not like I have much of a choice. I can’t stand the smell of latex. That and you can’t taste a guy after he… well, you know.” “Yeah, I feel you,” Mr. Hardown admitted. “That and it feels uncomfortable as hell.” He was glad that he and Jenna were on the same page when it came to contraception. Mr. Hardown turned a corner and pulled into his driveway. They had arrived at his house. He pressed a button on his dashboard. The garage door opened, and he pulled his vehicle inside. It was only a matter of time before he put his favorite vehicle into Jenna’s personal garage. Mr. almanbahis casino Hardown and Jenna walked into his kitchen. “Would you like a drink?” he asked her. “I have some lemonade. Is that okay?” “Sure,” she replied. Mr. Hardown walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade. He grabbed a glass and poured some lemonade into it. Unbeknownst to Jenna, the lemonade contained a special sleeping pill. He handed the glass over to Jenna. She prepared to drink it, but he placed his left hand in front of her mouth. “Wait!” he yelled. “Are you sure that you want to remain on the squad?” “Yes!” she exclaimed. “I’ve told you this several times already! I need to be a cheerleader!” “Okay, then,” he said. “You have been warned. Once you drink that, there is no turning back. Your discipline will begin, and you will not be free to go until the lesson is over. However, if you choose to leave now, you will willingly forfeit your position on the squad. Do you understand?” “Look, Mr. Hardown, I love being a cheerleader,” Jenna said. “It’s my passion, and I will do whatever it takes to stay on this squad.” And with those words, Jenna raised her glass and consumed her lemonade. She smiled. “Wow, this is really good,” she admitted. “I know it is,” he replied. “To be honest, this is probably my favorite drink.” “And why is that?” she asked. “Oh, you’ll see,” he chuckled. Suddenly, Jenna began to feel drowsy. She tried to walk over to a chair, but she spun around in circles, unable to focus. A few seconds later, she closed her eyes and passed out. As she fell to the floor, the glass flew out of her hand and shattered into several pieces. Mr. Hardown quickly picked Jenna up and took her to his basement. The real fun was about to begin. Mr. Hardown removed all of his clothes and tossed them onto the basement floor. He grabbed a bucket that was filled with cold water and ice off of his work table. He walked over to Jenna. She slept on a bed in his basement. Her hands had been cuffed behind her back. Her shoes and socks had been removed, and her shoelaces had been used to keep her feet tied together. Mr. Hardown raised the bucket and dumped its contents onto her. Jenna woke up screaming. “What the hell?” she yelled. “I told you, Jenna,” he sneered. “This is discipline. If you want to stay on the squad and continue cheering, you will allow me to do this. But if this is too much for you to handle…” “No!” she yelled. “I want to cheer! I need to cheer! I swear I’ll do whatever it takes! I…” “I know you will,” he said. “Your willingness to do whatever it takes to stay on this squad is why I have brought you here. You see, I find you to be a very fascinating person, Jenna. Very slutty, but fascinating nonetheless. And I want to see how far we can go together.

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