“Okay, I think she’s ready.” I walked back into the living room and saw Shane putting on his costume for the next room in the Funhouse.
“You gave her an out, right? I don’t want to misinterpret things.” He adjusted his tie and reached for the suit jacket laying on the chair.
“Yes, and I’ll be watching. If she says turn on the lights, then it’s over.” I nodded and walked towards the kitchen to grab another beer.
“All right, well, let’s hope you’re right about her, because we’re about to take things to the next level.” He slipped on the jacket and stretched out the sleeves.
“I told her to find something naughty to do. It looked like she packed a few options in her pumpkin.” I chuckled and sipped my beer.
“Here goes nothing.” Shane exhaled sharply and started walking towards the room where we left Brianna.
Now things get really interesting.
11
Brianna
I put my costume back on once Dante left me alone in the first room of the Funhouse. I had no idea what they had planned for me, but he told me to find something naughty to do. I pulled my plastic pumpkin close and started digging around in it. I looked at the clock on my cell phone and felt a moment of panic when I saw how much time had passed. If the Funhouse was just getting started, I was definitely going to be going home late. I decided to send a message to my mom to let her know that I was staying with Jackie, and then sent Jackie a message to let her know she needed to cover for me. I was too old to get in trouble for staying out all night, but my parents would still ask a lot of questions if I came sauntering in when the sun came up.
That’s a conversation I don’t want to have.
Jackie didn’t respond, but I knew she would see the message when she was done at work. She would probably have more questions than my parents, but my main concern was making sure my pare
nts didn’t worry. I could fill Jackie in on the details I was comfortable with after the night was over. Most importantly, I needed the time for myself. I didn’t want to feel rushed or have external conflicts messing with my head as I explored my fantasy with Shane and Dante. Losing my virginity was a big deal, and my head was a bit of mess over the fact I lost it with two guys I really didn’t know. I just couldn’t ignore my desires. The dreams were too intense. The craving was like a gnawing in my soul. Even after feeling the pleasure surge through my body over and over at their generous hands, I didn’t feel completely satiated.
Now—what would a naughty cheerleader do if she was sitting here all by herself?
I went a little crazy when I was buying potential accessories. The easiest seemed to be the small bottle of vodka I bought from the liquor store—which, ironically enough, was the only time I had ever shopped there. It was tempting, but I wasn’t really in the mood for a drink. I could count on one hand the number of times I had actually had an alcoholic beverage, and they normally made me sleepy. I was tired enough without adding some alcohol to the mix. I thought about masturbating, but I didn’t want to potentially waste an orgasm. I doubted they were finished ravaging my body, and I had orgasmed so much I was almost numb. I fumbled around the pumpkin and finally grabbed the pack of cigarettes I bought at the liquor store alongside the vodka.
Well, I’ve only tried these once in my life and I wasn’t very impressed, but it’s definitely something a naughty cheerleader would do.
I tore open the pack and pulled a cigarette out of it. I remembered a few cheerleaders getting in trouble for smoking when I was in high school, so I was pretty sure it fit the criteria of being naughty. My fingers fumbled with it as I pushed it between my lips and found the lighter buried at the bottom of the pumpkin. I didn’t really have much interest in actually smoking it, so I waited for footsteps. When I finally heard them coming my way, I flicked the lighter and dipped the tip of the cigarette into the flames. It tasted as foul as I remembered, but I struck my naughtiest pose when I saw Shane walk up to the doorway. He was dressed in a suit, and looked incredibly hot in it. I looked up at him and lifted the cigarette to my lips.
“It looks like someone just earned themselves a trip to the principal’s office.” Shane snapped his fingers and pointed towards one of the other rooms.
“Oops.” I grinned and quickly put out my cigarette in the glass of wine.
Shane led me to another room that had a wooden desk in the middle and a few various pictures on the wall. Some old books had been added for dramatic effect, but they looked fairly worse for wear. They had definitely put a lot of effort into the Funhouse, and I was pretty impressed. Shane walked around to his side of the desk and took a seat, motioning for me to sit down across from him. Shane normally had a rather jovial smile on his face, but this version of him was all business. The disappointment on his face looked real, and his mannerisms were a lot more rigid. When he said I was going to the principal’s office, I expected Dante to be the one playing the role, since he was the one that first threatened to punish me.
“Smoking in the locker room.” Shane shook his head in disappointment. “What the hell am I going to do with you, Brianna?”
“Give me a warning?” I raised my eyebrows and forced a smile. “It’s not like I’m the only cheerleader that misbehaves around here.”
“A warning?” He shook his head in contemplation. “I don’t think so. What kind of example would I set if I let someone who is supposed to be a role model get away with that kind of behavior?”
“We would all know that you were a cool principal! Isn’t that what you want?” I remembered my high school principal trying to be cool, and mixed his persona in with the one Shane was playing.
“Even cool principals can’t ignore this kind of behavior.” Shane leaned over and opened his desk drawer. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, young lady, and I’m afraid it’s going to be a painful one.”
Shane pulled the drawer completely open and I heard something pulled out of it. My eyes opened wide when he lifted his hand and placed a long wooden paddle on the desk. It looked very similar to the one my own high school principal had, although that one was just a retired antique on the wall by the time I was a student. It definitely looked like it would hurt, but the thought of it excited me for some reason. It brought the same strange desire to the surface I felt when Dante gave me my first smack on the seat of my jeans. The paddle was definitely going to make my ass sting more than his hand did, but I was curious to find out if it would make me feel the same tingle.
However, I’m sure my naughty cheerleader persona would not be very eager to bend over for her punishment.
“You’re going to paddle me?!” I stared at the menacing length of wood as he stood up.
“Yes, which is exactly what you deserve.” He walked around the desk and picked up the paddle. “Bend over the desk and grab the other side. You will not move out of position until your punishment is done.”
“But I don’t want to be paddled.” I kept my smile hidden behind a pout.