Susan ignored most of their threats, feeling that perhaps this would be some kind of high school prank that would end in a moment. It was only when Jack had slipped the chain around her wrists and hauled her off the cold cellar floor that Susan had realized how serious her situation was.

"Gonna beat ass. That's our way of makin' sure people toe the line," Clint said, rubbing the cool black leather against her thighs.

Susan shuddered at the smooth touch. She kept her legs folded one over the other, hiding her pussy from their excited eyes. Oh, oh, oh! These were her students, teens who she was supposed to teach!

"Yeah, we don't run around behind peoples backs and report 'em just 'cause they're doin' somethin' that's fun."

"Too bad, teach. Now your ass is gonna pay for your mouth bein' so stupid," Jack laughed.

Susan could hear her pulse roaring in her ears. Her fingers curled, the nails creasing her sweaty-damp palms. Looking around, the woman saw the once-familiar items in her basement – the washer/dryer combination, the water heater, the wash basin. They all loomed like demons as she hung from the rafters. Then she felt Clint's hands rubbing up against her right asscheek.

"Man, that's a nice ass. She always wore those fuckin' dresses where you couldn't see a Goddamned thing. Not like Allison with her damned tits hangin' out all over the place."

"She's got good tits too, man. Can suck on them nips all night long – after we get through primin' 'er up with the belt," Jack added.

Susan did all she could to be still and calm.

What could they do to her? They were only scaring her, frightening her so she would relent and tell them how sorry she was for having reported them to the principal.

"Jack, Clint. Please, let me down. If you do, I won't tell anyone about this. I promise," Susan began, trying to keep her shaky voice even and calm.