The Transfer Student

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FRIDAY, AUGUST 2, 2013
The Transfer Student
This story originated as part of a writing contest on the old site. The winner was awarded the thrill of  having their story illustrated by BoJay. There were, of course, many great stories offered but this was the winner. For now, enjoy the story, I will post the illustrations soon.


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THE TRANSFER STUDENT
By Andrea Neko

Part I


Holly Shao was never, ever mistaken for beautiful. She did get a
lot of calls for being cute, though. At 5'2", she wasn’t a tall
woman by any stretch of the imagination, and her 100-lb. body was
light enough not to give her frame much definition. This had
always tended to not grant her much of a love life, as men wanted
women that couldn’t double as teenage daughters in appearance; when
Holly was in the buff, she looked just like a fifteen-year-old
girl. Her slim Chinese frame made her appear even younger. It
was not something that she liked to dwell on often.


But she was now a teacher; her certification was just about to be
sent by the head office. She had already gotten a new job at a
very strict private school; she was told that one of her new
assignments was to take a new transfer student from Japan into her
home in order to build a rapport with a new student. She would
meet her new charge at the school, who was coming straight from
the airport. Holly’s first day would be one day before her new
transfer student’s, and she was as eager as ever to be there.


After her morning shower, Holly pulled on a matching silk bra and
panty set before pulling on her smart pink skirtsuit. The skirt
was a little long for today’s fashions, going down to her knees,
but she wanted to make a good impression. Turning around so her
butt faced the wall mirror, she frowned a bit at the line of her
panties, clearly visible through the skirt, but decided it didn't
matter.

The trip to the school was short. She felt a little nervous as she
had never physically met any of the faculty or staff, but had been
found through one of the school’s many national scouts. As she
pulled into the driveway, she stepped out of the car and was
immediately flagged down by one of the students sitting on the
curb. Walking up to her was an attractive young white girl of
maybe eighteen. She had long, honey blonde hair, a slim, athletic
frame and a firm bust. She wore the standard school uniform: navy
blue pleated skirt, dark green jumper and short-sleeved white
blouse. The girl had a pink ribbon tied expertly in her hair,
forming a ponytail. Next to her were two large suitcases. The
teen assertively thrust out her hand towards Holly. "Heya. You
Holly Shao?"

Surprised, Holly took a step back. This girl was invading her
personal space. "Y-yes, I...I’m her," she stammered, slightly
intimidated by the young woman.

"I’m Emiko Minan. Yeah, yeah, I’m not Japanese. I was born on an
army base in Okinawa. My parents figured it’d be easier for me to
fit in if I had a Japanese name, so let’s move on, shall we? That
your car over there?"

Holly nodded. Emiko’s confidence had gotten the better of her and
she found herself scampering behind the taller girl, her heels
clicking as she walked. Emiko’s worn sneakers made it easier for
her to walk quickly. Holly fumbled for her keys and dropped them
to the ground. Emiko giggled. "Here, let me take those," she
offered, picking up the keys and unlocking the trunk.

"Thanks," Holly managed. "Sorry if I’m so nervous. It’s my first
day too. You have all my personal information? Address, phone
number, and such? Good. I don’t know anyone here at all and, when

I was told you’d be living with me...."

"Really?" Emiko was quite interested. "No one at the school knows
you at all?" She tossed the luggage into the trunk and shut it.
"How’d you get this job?"

Holly explained. Emiko listened to her very intently. "Wow, they
must have really liked you."

"I just wish I knew people a little better," Holly sighed. "I
mean, how am I supposed to connect to the students if I suddenly
swoop in as a new teacher without any clue as to what these kids
are like?"

Emiko pursed her lips. There was a long silence between them
before the white girl’s sharp blue eyes lit up. "I got the perfect
idea! Look, I’m not even supposed to be here for another day. Why
don’t we switch outfits and you pretend to be a student for a day?"

Holly was shocked. "What! I’m no student!"

Shaking her blonde mane, Emiko held up her hands and waved that
off. "No no, silly. I mean we go to the principal and, say, tell
him that you want to get a feel for the place. You were just
planning on doing some introduction stuff today, right?"

Holly looked into the backseat of the car. Her lesson plans were
relatively simple for the first day.

Emiko continued on, her voice growing in excitement. "I’ll just
pretend to be you for a day and that’ll give you tons of time to
make some friends. C’mon, it’ll be fun!"

Opening her mouth to protest, Holly could not find any words.
Before she could say a thing, Emiko had grabbed her by the hand
and was nearly jogging towards the school. Holly had a tough time
keeping up in her heels. Emiko quickly led them into a handicap
bathroom stall, large enough for the two of them to fit.

"Okay," Emiko said. "Let’s switch." She pulled the jumper off and
began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her regulation cotton bra
and panties. Holly was much more hesitant. Rolling her eyes, the
taller girl put her hands on the Asian woman’s shoulders.

"Look. We’ll be living together for a while. We’re going to see
each other naked sooner or later, so we might as well get off on a
good foot, right?"

Slowly, Holly began to disrobe. She felt very self-conscious,
particularly as Emiko had already stripped clear to the buff and
was watching Holly doff her clothing while trying to preserve as
much modesty as possible. The transfer student wasn’t helping,
continuing to hurry Holly while complimenting the woman’s choice of
underwear. It was very embarrassing for the Asian woman, who stood
as naked as the day she was born, shyly covering her flat breasts
and neatly trimmed loins.

Before she knew it, Emiko had dressed up in her own skirtsuit!
What’s more, due to the white girl’s superior height and figure, it
filled out in all the right places, looking just tight enough to
demonstrate her gorgeous figure. In fact, Emiko looked better in
Holly’s skirtsuit than she did! Emiko pursed her lips. "Hmm...I
don’t think you’ll fit into my uniform; it’s too big for you. Stay
right there; I’ll go tell the principal the plan and get you a new
uniform. Just stay right there."

Taking Holly’s purse, keys, and her own uniform, Emiko raced out
of the stall and left the cold, trembling woman there alone.
Shivering in the cold of the sterile bathroom, Holly took a seat
on the toilet and waited there, feeling humiliated at her plight,
but telling herself that Emiko wouldn’t take long.

The young lady was back within twenty minutes. In her hands was
a new uniform with regulation training bra and panties. "The
principal loves the idea," she explained. Holly was just grateful
to put something on; sitting on a toilet naked in a girl’s bathroom
made her desperate to put any clothes on, and putting on a girl’s
uniform didn’t seem like such a bad idea now. Emiko helped her
into the regulation white cotton panties.

"They’re a little snug," she told Emiko.

"I had to guess on your sizes. Come on, no time to delay; let’s
get you dressed up for your first day of school!" Emiko had become
more assertive, not letting Holly dress herself as she pulled the
unflattering training bra onto the embarrassed Asian girl.

The blouse came next. It fit, too, albeit tightly, and the short
sleeves made Holly’s slim arms appear all the younger. The skirt
was much too short, reaching Holly’s mid-thigh, but Emiko waved it
off. "It’s just for one day, so quit complaining. Jeez, you
really are acting like a little girl."

As Emiko put on more of her uniform, Holly began to feel more and
more like a young girl. When the blonde made her sit on the toilet
after pulling on her jumper in order to put on the knee socks and
Mary Janes, Holly objected. "I can put my socks and shoes on
myself," she said, but it came out as a meek whine.

"Of course you can, dear," Emiko replied dismissively. The younger
girl forced Holly to stand and looked her over. Reaching into

Holly’s purse, she pulled out two hair bands and pulled the

teacher’s locks into two cute pigtails. "You look perfect!" she

told the embarrassed young woman.

"Now come along, let’s get you to class," Emiko told Holly,
grabbing her by the arm roughly and taking her out of the bathroom
and down the deserted hallway. They opened the door to the
classroom that was first on the list of classes Emiko had given to
her new housemate: a literature class taught by the school’s most
fervent disciplinarian, Mrs. Bertha Thomas.

A stern old woman with her graying hair in a tight bun, Mrs. Thomas
did not look kindly at Holly. "And just who are you, young lady?"

At the stern voice, the timid woman froze. Emiko assertively took
the initiative. "My name is Ms. Emiko Ninan. I’m a new teacher
here, and I found this student wandering in the hallway. Her name
is Holly Shao, and she just transferred here from Japan. According
to her schedule, this is her classroom."

Holly was aghast. Emiko wasn’t the teacher, she was! This was
just a way for her to get to know her students before having to
confront them as their teacher! She tried to get a word out, but
was quickly cut off by the imposing Mrs. Thomas. "Pleased to meet
you, Ms. Ninan. Thank you for finding this wayward student."

Turning towards Holly, Mrs. Thomas frowned. "I don’t know how you
do it in Asia, Ms. Shao, but here at this academy you will be
expected to be punctual every day! Is that clear? I won’t have
any disorder in my classroom, so it’s best to rid you of this
behavior as soon as possible! Brady, will you assist me in Ms.
Shao’s punishment? You’re a good student."

A grinning young man rose from his desk and walked over to Holly.
"Gladly," he said, taking the frightened girl by both arms and
forcing her to bend over the teacher’s desk, gripping both her
wrists behind her back with one of his hands. The frightened girl
was so overwhelmed that she could barely utter one word of protest
as Emiko looked on, a devious smirk on her face.

Mrs. Thomas nodded to Brady. "Raise Ms. Shao’s skirt. The price
for being tardy in my class is ten swats. If you’ll be so good as
to administer the punishment, we’ll be able to get to work."

"No, no, please..." Holly managed, finally finding her voice again
as the young man raised her skirt, exposing her white cotton
briefs. "I’m not-" Swat! Brady’s hand exploded on her butt,
making her cry out in pain. He continued the treatment, hitting
her hard with each strike, with every single boy in the class
leering at her tight little butt confined in those snug little
briefs. Her slim thighs were fully exposed to the gaze of each
teen, making Holly all the more humiliated. After six swats, she
began to sob in embarrassment. She was a proud teacher, not some
pretty little schoolgirl!

When the punishment was finally over, Mrs. Thomas put a hand on
Brady’s shoulder. "Go get her cleaned up, will you? She’s a
disgrace."

Smiling from ear to ear, the eighteen-year-old nodded. "Of course,
Mrs. Thomas. I won’t take long." He took the crying girl by the
wrist and led her out of the classroom.

Once the door closed, he spun her around and kissed her forcefully
on the lips. The emotionally drained Holly couldn’t do a thing to
stop him except mewl pitifully, which only made the opportunistic
Brady deepen the kiss. He couldn’t get any further than that as
the class door opened, and Emiko stepped out, sneering a bit at the
display. "Now, now, Brady, I’m sure Holly will be more than happy
to go on a date with you soon. I’ll give you her number. But for
now, I have to take her home. Mrs. Thomas thought that she’s too
childish to go for the rest of the day after that spanking."

After waiting for Emiko to scribble out Holly’s home phone number,
Brady winked at Holly and strode back into class. Emiko looked
condescendingly upon her "teacher" and pushed her back hard against
the lockers. Her voice was low and dangerous. "You stupid idiot.
I can’t believe you let me just strip you naked in that bathroom or
believe any of that crap I told you, but you’ll live to regret it.
I told the principal that our paperwork had gotten switched and
that I was the new teacher and you were the student. He just
straight-up believed every word I said and changed the records.
So from now on, I’ll be calling the shots. Got it?"

"But...but why...?"

"Here’s why," Emiko continued, cutting the schoolgirl off. "I
lived on a military base my entire life. Everyone told me what to
do. Well you know what? Now I’m out of that hellhole, and I’ll
be the one telling other people what to do, starting with you. So
we’re going to start with a little shopping. I need some new
clothes, and you need something more appropriate for your age.
Some cute dresses, skirts, frilly little blouses, kiddie
undies...all on your dime, of course. You need some new clothes,
especially for that date you have coming up. I bet Brady will
love to take you out for a nice meal before spanking you again."
She said the last part with particular glee.

Holly began to cry anew at that. Now she had an established
reputation as a student among both faculty and students. She
didn’t know anyone who could clear her name, and she was living
with a militaristic girl who had usurped her authority and
identity in one fell swoop. She would be a schoolgirl at this
discipline-centric academy and had already established a bad
rapport with her teacher. Emiko seemed determined to make her
have a relationship with that boy, Brady, and nothing would
embarrass Holly more than having a teenage boyfriend. The sound
of Emiko’s heels clicking down the hallway seemed like an
ominous signal that Holly’s life was about to get a whole lot
worse.



Part II



Holly did her best to reason with the blonde girl as the pair drove away from the school. "Please, Emiko, I know that growing up must have been difficult, but that's no reason to take out your anger on other people. It must have been very tough growing up on a military base, but I'm not going to try and control you. Honest, if you just go back and explain everything to the principal, I'll forgive you."



The two pulled up to a stoplight. Slowly, Emiko turned her head and gazed into Holly's chocolate eyes with her own blazing twin emeralds. The smaller girl quickly looked into her lap, unable to match Emiko's gaze for more than a few seconds. Emiko burst out laughing. "One of the things we learned on the base was that deep down, all Chinese are a bunch of cowards. Looks like you do them proud, Holly."



Holly's cheeks flared with a red hue as the ethnic insult hit home. She had never been proud of being Chinese, but it was still a part of her identity. Her grandmother had always told her stories of when the Japanese had invaded during World War II when she was a little girl. The stories were so explicit and graphic that they had given her nightmares well into her teenage years. The events traumatized her to such an extent that she had built up an inherent fear and subservience to the Japanese. Emiko certainly didn't look Japanese or talk like it, but in the end she acted like some nightmare that had come right out of Holly's subconscious. She was cool, collected, calculating, and driven, just like the Japanese invaders had been.



The wet spot on her panties had only gotten larger with time as she felt another shiver run down her back at the sound of Emiko's laugh. She instinctively tightened her thighs together as Emiko pulled into a mall parking lot. Grabbing Holly's purse, she reached into her wallet and dropped the driver's license into the glove compartment. "Little girls don't get ID," she said. "We'll stop by the bank later and you can have it back for just long enough to give me access to your account."



Holly was flabbergasted. "I can't just give you all my money! I'll be broke!"



With one smooth movement, Emiko unlatched Holly's seatbelt and forcefully pulled the girl across her lap in the driver's seat. Holly's face was pushed up against the door and she couldn't move in such an awkward position. Worse yet, the parking brake was digging into her crotch, a most uncomfortable position. It almost felt like a cold, metal dildo was pushing up against her panties. The ten spanks that Emiko laid against the girl did nothing to ease the girl's discomfort. With hot tears in her eyes, Holly felt herself pulled up into Emiko's lap. Her legs spread until she was straddling Emiko's slim waist in the seat.



Emiko's demeanor appeared to change immediately. Lovingly, she stroked Holly's cheek. "Holly, look. I may not look Japanese, but I know Japanese honor. I'm responsible for you now - look at you. You clearly can't take care of yourself. That means you are my responsibility. I won't run away from you and leave you penniless. I'm responsible for you, which means I'm in charge of your money, your job, your social life, everything. I'll run your life the way I want it run and I won't hear a sobbing little girl tell me what she thinks is best for her. Got it?"



Her harsh words rang in Holly's ears. There was a moment of silence between the two of them before the Chinese girl burst out in tears and hugged Emiko tightly, sobbing into her...now Emiko's...skirtsuit. She felt like she was on an emotional roller-coaster that had flown off the track at the top of a hundred-foot-peak. She had been reduced from a proud, happy teacher to a snivelling, emotional wreck in a matter of hours. When Emiko patted her pantied behind and given it a loving squeeze, she almost felt rejuvinated, as if that one simple act had taken all the responsibility for her crumbling life away from her.



"Now, let's go find you some new clothes, shall we?" Emiko asked, an evil glint in her eye.



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The pair walked out of the mall, Holly struggling with a number of bags behind her with Emiko confidently strolling ahead. The poor girl was exhausted, while Emiko seemed to have an extra spring in her step. Holly had been amazed at the speed by which her new guardian had picked out clothes for her and set a strict timetable for Holly to try on all the clothes she had picked out. If Holly took too long in changing, Emiko would just pull back the flimsy curtain holding her changing room shut and let all the other patrons leer at the shocked girl in whatever state of undress she was in. After the fourth time of being exposed in yet another store, Holly had attracted quite an audience. The fact that Emiko reduced the amount of time she had to change every time that she was caught dressing did not help matters. It was an extra embarassment for Holly that the clothes she was caught in only served to further her childishness. Now Holly, dressed once again in her tiny schoolgirl uniform, felt a fresh dose of humiliation. All the things that Emiko had said in the car had only served to lower Holly's guard. She wondered if she would ever wear a real bra again. Emiko had insisted on training bras for the poorly-endowed girl, saying she should "nurse and treasure what few assets" she had. For Holly, nothing had ever been so humiliating.



Or arousing. Her standard-issue white cotton panties were soaked, an important little fact and one that Emiko had figured out after the second time that she had exposed Holly's undress to the kids' clothing store they were visiting. She was constantly on edge. Just when she thought she could relax, Emiko would caress her leg or give her a playful smack on the behind. That would only renew her alertness and cause her body to become more sensitive to the slightest touch.



It was clear that the blonde was taking delight in the poor girl's misfortune. Emiko was on top of the world. This morning she was nothing, a transfer student from Japan. Now she was a teacher at a prestigious, well-paying private school, with access to all of Holly's savings along with the small trust fund her parents had given her after a quick stop at the bank. It wasn't much, and not nearly enough to retire on, but plenty to afford more than a few indulgences...like buying a new wardrobe for a teacher-turned-schoolgirl. Emiko smirked as she recollected how easy it had been to convince the girl to change roles with her. Holly had always chosen clothes that were a size or two larger than she was; on Emiko, however, they fit like a glove. "Got to give it to you, little girl," she told the blushing schoolgirl, "You have great taste in clothes." She smoothed the hem of her new pink skirtsuit.



As the two pulled into their new driveway, they saw a portly middle-aged man waving at them. Shutting off the car, Emiko opened up the door and greeted the man. "You the folks that just moved in?" he asked.



"Yes. My name's Emiko Shinan. I'm a new teacher at St. Aggie's," Emiko said, brimming with confidence.



"Thought I recognized that uniform your young charge is wearing," the man replied with a bit of a smirk. "I'm quite familiar with it. I'm Mr. Bottoms, the head disciplinarian at St. Aggie's." He leaned down and gazed at Holly's legs, emphasized by the tiny jumper.



"Holly, come out and say hello!" Emiko said with a glare. Mumbling an apology, Holly exited the car and curtsied demurely to Mr. Bottoms. She did not have much margin for error, as the tiny jumper did not give her much room to raise it without exposing her panties.



"What a well-mannered girl," Mr. Bottoms said. "You must be very proud."



"Not really," Emiko said. "We're home early because Holly broke down after she was spanked in front of the class for being late."



Mr. Bottoms grinned and looked at Holly with a predatory gleam in his eye. Instinctively, Holly covered her butt with both hands. "So who was the man lucky enough to spank this truant little girl?"



"Ms. Thomas asked one of her students, Brady, to spank the little girl," Emiko replied with a shrug. "Holly was so thankful that she asked Brady out."



Laughing, Mr. Bottoms said, "Well, I wish girls would appreciate being spanked as much when I was a young man. Still though, I don't think Holly learned her lesson if Ms. Thomas had young Brady perform the spanking. Students sympathize with their peers, you see, and aren't nearly as assertive as they could be. I know Brady quite well and he needs to improve his technique."



"You have something else in mind?" Emiko asked.



Mr. Bottoms pointed to a house across the street. "Best let me finish her punishment properly. I wouldn't want Brady to get into trouble because Holly didn't learn her lesson. Besides, I'm recovering from a bit of a cold and I want to make sure I can come back to school without getting rusty at my technique."



"What a great idea!" Emiko replied, pushing Holly towards the older man. "I have to unload all this stuff anyways and get settled in. Holly, you play nice with Mr. Bottoms. And don't waste too much of his time - you have a hot date tonight and we need to get you changed. Brady won't like it if those wet panties of yours are still on."



The door slamming shut was like a death knell for Holly. She blushed and stammered as the older man approached her. With each step forward he took, she took another back. "Come on, little Holly, don't you want to be spanked?" Mr. Bottoms asked kindly. "You know it's for the best."



Holly backed up through an archway, ending up in the kitchen. Her backward movement was stopped by the kitchen island. She defensively placed both hands on her shapely rear under the tiny jumper. "I was already spanked today!" she pleaded.



Mr. Bottoms reached out with one hand. His kind tone did not waver. "Holly, you're making things more difficult. Just hand me your panties so I can spank your bare tush and I won't up the punishment any more."



The schoolgirl gasped loudly. She was an adult, for crying out loud! The outfit she was wearing was short enough as it was. If she turned at all, the jumper would fly up and show off her nether regions. For her to go without panties would mean the smallest breeze would expose her crotch to the world! "But Mr. Bottoms! This is already so short - what happens if someone looks up my skirt!"



Mr. Bottoms bellowed out his laugh. He closed the distance between the two of them. "I planned on giving them back, Holly. I only give bare-bottom spankings. But since you want me to take them, I'll oblige. Little girls like you shouldn't be wearing wet panties anyway."



With lightning speed, he spun Holly around and bent her over the island. Holly's panties were down around her ankles before she knew what was going on, and whisked off of her mere moments later. A firm hand on her back kept her firmly bent over as Mr. Bottoms began spanking Holly's tight little arse. She squirmed and fought, but nothing stopped his disciplined hand. Twenty-five painful swats later, he finally let her stand back up. Pocketing her panties, he shook his head. "I'll give them back to Miss Emiko at school tomorrow. You better go and get ready for your date, little girl. I look forward to seeing you in my office in the future."



Tears streamed down Holly's face. Mr. Bottoms was a true expert at his craft; her posterior was a bright, bright crimson. Rubbing her sore bottom under her jumper, she slowly made her way out the door and across the street. Remembering she had no keys, she had to ring the doorbell. Emiko answered, still dressed smartly in what used to be Holly's pink skirtsuit. She pulled in the shorter girl quickly. "Did he actually spank you?!" she asked. There was clear excitement in her voice. Holly gave the slightest of nods.



Emiko leapt up into the air. "This is so awesome! I can't believe I have my own little China girl. C'mon, let's get you dressed up for your date." Grabbing Holly's hand, she dragged the girl upstairs. Holly felt an awful sense of dread wash over her. She desperately hoped that Emiko would not notice how wet she was, but Lady Luck had not been with her today and it was unlikely to return any time soon.

Part III

"You remember when we first met?"  Emiko said as they entered
the former guest room.  (Emiko had established in no uncertain
terms that it would be Holly's room now.)  It seemed so long ago
that they had met, but it had only been that morning.  And now,
Holly was dressed up in a tiny schoolgirl uniform, her identity
completely turned upside down.  "I told you then I was white,"
Emiko continued, not interested in Holly's thoughts.  "But that
was not completely true.  My mother's white; she was a school
teacher on an army base in Okinawa.  Pretty, but vapid.  My
father's a Japanese officer -- descended from samurai.  So I'm
a half-breed, neither one thing nor the other.  But the benefit
is that, with the right clothes and makeup, I can role-play either
one -- whichever suits the situation best.  I'm playing white right
now, but my heart is still Japanese...."
Emiko grabbed Holly's bare arm roughly.  "Whereas...whereas YOU
will never be anything but a...Chinese," she sneered.  Holly was
speechless.  The cruel words hit home.
"So," Emiko continued with a curious note in her voice, "I've
invited the Japanese Students' Club over for tea this afternoon.
You will serve us -- and you'll do so in a special outfit I picked
out for you.  I'm sure the girls will enjoy teaching you a lesson
or two about yourself.  As for the boys...well, if they're
interested in a Chinese whore like you, maybe you'll get a little
fun before your date."

Holly couldn't believe what she was hearing.  Emiko hadn't given
her a break all day.  Now, with only two hours before Brady was
coming over for a date, Emiko expected her to serve tea to a bunch
of Japanese kids?  And what was this about a special outfit?

Once she saw what Emiko had picked out, Holly wished she hadn't asked.
It was a very small French maid outfit.

"When did you get that?" Holly asked incredulously.

"When you were in the changing room," Emiko said with a smirk.
"You still haven't told me your dimensions, so I just kept the
same ones I used for your school uniform.  That fits well, right?"

"No!"  Holly shouted.  "That thing's going to be tiny on me!"
Emiko frowned.  Grabbing Holly by the shoulders, she pushed her
hard onto the bed.  Holly fell on her stomach, and Emiko was on
her in an instant.  Before Holly knew what was going on, her
jumper had been flipped up, and Emiko was smacking her bare,
already crimson bottom.  The Chinese teacher pounded her fists
on the covers, her butt already sensitive from the earlier
spankings by Brady and particularly by Mr. Bottoms.  For Emiko
to add to that was torment.

"I'm sorry, I think you're confusing yourself with someone who
has a choice in this house," Emiko said condescendingly.  "I was
thinking about a Chinese dress, but you're already enough of an
embarrassment that we don't need to call more attention to your
pathetic race.  Besides, you're definitely more the serving girl
type."
So, once more, Holly had to change.  Instead of a cold school
bathroom, though, this was her own home.  Somehow, it seemed
even more forbidding, since it wasn't really her house anymore;
the deed was now in Emiko's name.  Holly sobbed a bit as she
stripped down and stood naked in front of the confident Emiko,
who handed her a cheap pair of pink panties with a red cherry
print.  "Try not to soak these with your juices.  You'll just
be making more laundry for yourself to do."

As Holly dressed, Emiko explained the chores that Holly would have
to do to earn her allowance.  Tears ran down the woman's cheeks,
but what really made her ache was finally seeing herself in the
mirror.  She'd been right: the outfit was tiny.  It fit her figure
perfectly.  The cut was too low and the hem too high.  The skirt
flared out and would provide anyone even giving her a cursory
glance a full shot of her panties the moment she bent forward.
And that was exactly what Emiko insisted she do.  Whenever she put
down a glass or picked something up, Holly was to bend over at the
waist.  Even though no one had arrived yet, with each passing
instruction Holly began to feel increasingly humiliated....

And increasingly aroused.

In fact, by the time the doorbell rang, she could already feel
wetness in her crotch.  The boy at the door turned out to be
tall, lanky, and clearly Japanese.  He introduced himself curtly
and looked her up and down.  Holly winced slightly, giving him a
curtsy and looking at the floor demurely.  Following him were
five other Japanese students: three more boys and two girls.
Holly curtsied as they walked past her.  Each of the boys leered,
while the girls giggled.  The maid felt her face flush as she
introduced herself and asked if anyone wanted a drink.  All the
students snickered and started talking in Japanese to each other.
Occasionally, they pointed at Holly and laughed.  After a full two
minutes of standing there awkwardly without comprehending a word,
Holly curtsied and went into the kitchen.  She didn't know what to
do, so she just poured an assortment of drinks, put them on a tray,
and carried them out.

Emiko had made her wear three-inch heels.  It was a plus in that
it didn't make Holly feel as small as she normally did, but she
was far from adept at walking around in them.  Carrying the heavy
tray its cargo made the task exceptionally difficult.  Slowly, she
made her way to the coffee table.  Remembering Emiko's instructions,
she bent over fully at the waist and slowly deposited the glasses
on the table.  Those sitting behind her had a perfect view of her
tight little rump in the cherry-print panties, while those in front
of her got a look down her slight cleavage.

The chattering in Japanese got even faster.  One of the girls told
her to stop what she was doing.  Holly froze in her bent-over
position.  Within seconds there were three hands on her thighs,
groping her.  The other girl giggled.  "Now you know what it's
like for us on trains," she snickered.  "Don't move until we're
done with our drinks!"

Two boys stood up and walked around Holly.  They pulled her upright,
and one kissed her aggressively on the lips.  The other reached
around and began fondling her butt.  As soon as the first boy was
done kissing her, the two rotated, and she found herself liplocked
with another boy.  Meanwhile, she heard the two Japanese girls
giggling...and it was not long before Emiko's laughter joined in.
Emiko made certain that none of the boys went too far.  She said
that Holly had a big date that night, but that they could "have
more fun next time."  Despite that, by the time the boys were done
with her, Holly was a sweating, quivering mess.

"Next time I want in!" one of the girls said, pouting.

"Me, too!" the other chimed in.

Emiko shooed them out.  She looked down at the Chinese girl and
laughed.  "Hope you liked that for starters.  Now get your scrawny
ass upstairs and take a shower.  You look like a bitch in heat,
and you don't want Brady to think you're a whore."
Holly was exhausted -- physically, mentally, and emotionally spent.
She had cried so much she wasn't sure she could even summon the
ability to do so again.  Emiko's threats gave her the little energy
she needed to crawl upstairs and into the bathroom.  Emiko soon
followed and forcefully yanked off her maid outfit, followed by her
bra and panties.  Emiko did not look pleased to see how wet they
were.  "At this rate, I may not even let you wear panties.  You'll
spend too much on detergent getting them washed!"

Grabbing the nude girl by the arm, Emiko dragged her into the
shower and turned the faucet to its coldest setting.  The icy
water rained down upon Holly, who shrieked.  She tried to cover
her small breasts and pussy, but the cold made her skin creep with
goosebumps immediately.  Her nipples were hard as rocks.  Emiko
tossed in a fresh bar of soap.  "Now clean yourself off, you
disgusting little chippy," she said.

The frightened, freezing girl washed herself as quickly as she
could.  The fresh bar of soap still had sharpish corners, so
whenever she pressed too hard, it would dig into her sensitive
skin.  The cold water and the helpless panic she felt made her
clumsier.  She frequently dropped the soap and had to chase after
it on the slippery porcelain floor.  Emiko couldn't stop laughing
at Holly's predicament.

Finally, Holly finished and Emiko turned off the water.  The
smaller girl's teeth were chattering, and she was shivering
violently.  Producing a towel, Emiko pulled her out of the stall
and began forcefully drying her off.  She paid special attention
to Holly's crotch, taking each end of the towel and rubbing it
back and forth between the tortured girl's legs.  At long last,
Emiko gave Holly a firm swat on the butt and pointed to Holly's
new bedroom.  "I'm going downstairs.  I've already laid out your
clothes.  Be ready in twenty minutes...or else!"

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"Come on, come on!  Get down here already, Holly.  You've been up
there for over half an hour!"

"Sorry," came the faint reply as Holly looked at herself once more
in the mirror.  She was shocked at the image she presented, in a
very short pink dress with short, puffed sleeves.  The extremely
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high hem of the dress, well above mid-thigh, made her feel like a
lolita.  Underneath, her yellow cotton underwear, with a flower
pattern, only amplified her feeling of childishness.  Emiko had
demanded Holly put her shiny black hair up in pigtails and wear
pink lipstick, which enhanced the illusion.  The Caucasian-Japanese
girl had gone further, giving Holly only a cheap heart necklace for
jewelry.  And the simple flat shoes that Holly now wore made her
feel even more inadequate.

"Holly!" Emiko shouted once more and slammed open the door to the
guest room...Holly's new bedroom.  The taller blonde had a look of
open animosity on her face as she towered over the smaller woman.
"Brady is going to be here any second, and you had better be ready.
Don't you understand what I'm doing for you?  I was the one who set
this up."

"Yes, I know, Miss Emiko," Holly replied, using the title Emiko
had insisted she use even at home.  "And I am ready.  It's just
that...well, he's only eighteen!"

"So what?  It's not like he's a minor.  Jeez, you Chinese are
always so stuck-up about your morals."

The doorbell rang.  Emiko grabbed Holly by the hand and roughly
dragged her downstairs.  Opening the door revealed two figures
that Holly recognized immediately as the two men that had spanked
her earlier that afternoon.  On the left was Mr. Bottoms, the head
disciplinarian at St. Aggie's and the man who should have been a
peer of Holly's.  On the right was Brady, the young man who was her
peer, now that she was only a student.

He was also her date for the evening.  The rose he held out for her
certainly confirmed as much.

"Mr. Bottoms?  What can I do for you?" Emiko asked.

"Why, I'm just here to drop off my son for his date," the
middle-aged man replied with a grin, giving Brady a slight
tap on the back.

"Brady's your son?" Holly asked.  What a coincidence, then, that
both father and son had spanked her bottom within hours of each
other!  The thought made her blush and involuntarily glance in
the mirror, making sure she still had her panties on.  Brady
stepped forward, handing the rose to Holly.  She took it with a
bit of a smile.  Emiko, however, was all business.  Taking the
rose, she spun away, muttering something about finding a vase.
Brady took Holly's hand and kissed it.

"Before you lovebirds go, mind if I chat with Emiko for a second?"
Mr. Bottoms asked Holly.  "We're colleagues now, and I'd like to
get to know her."

Brady began tugging at Holly's hand.  Turning back to the
disciplinarian, Holly called, "Umm...sure!  Go right ahead!"

"Thanks," Mr. Bottoms said, striding confidently into the house and
shutting the door behind him.  There was a surprisingly loud click
as the door locked.  Holly paid little attention, though, as Brady
pulled her out to his car and opened the passenger door.  Holly
smiled and stepped in, noting immediately that the dress rode up
her thighs even more.  There was maybe an inch or two separating
her underwear from his gaze as Brady slid into the driver's side.
In order to give herself a little more dignity, Holly made the bold
move to pull the dress up from under her so she could stretch it a
bit forward.  There was now nothing separating her from the cool
seats of the car except her increasingly damp panties.

Keeping a hand on the wheel, Brady let his other hand slide down
to rub Holly's thigh.  She remembered Emiko's message to her
earlier that day: be shy and submissive...in short, "everything
a good Chinese girl should be."  She had dearly wanted to retort,
but had found herself unable to under Emiko's withering stare.
So she let Brady's hand rub her bare legs as he began to talk.

"I know I saw you just this afternoon, Holly, but, damn, did I
miss you."

Not letting her gaze stray from his hand on her leg, she replied,
"I missed you too, Brady."

Brady grinned as the two sped away.  The date itself was like
something out of a 1950s cliché: dinner at a steakhouse, followed
by a movie.  Holly was kept off-balance the entire time.  Beginning
with the obvious leering of the server who kept staring down the
top of her dress, and then Brady ordering her a light salad instead
of letting her order her own meal, and THEN the growing wetness
between her legs, Holly found it difficult to concentrate.  She
kept reminding herself that she was a mature woman of 24 with a
Master's degree in education.  She was not a blushing high school
freshman who was so easily flattered by an upperclassman,
particularly one with rather amateurish come-ons.

All that aside, she found it difficult to deny that Brady did have
a certain charm to him.  Maybe she liked being treated like a
little girl.

The movie was...well, she did not really have much opportunity to
pay attention.  From the moment the lights went down in the mostly
empty theater, Brady was all over her, pulling her into his lap and
fondling her from head to toe as he forcefully made out with her.
Holly didn't fight or even object: each time his hand went up her
dress, what little resistance she was able to muster disintegrated.
She had already been a randy little tart by the time he picked up
the check at dinner.  His clumsy yet effective flirting had made
her clench her legs together more than once.  So, when he advanced
on her in the theater, her arousal was only racheted that much
higher.  His attempts to finger her were unbearably aggressive and
lacked much in the way of technique, but that didn't stop the Asian
girl from orgasming three times over the course of the movie.  By
the time he was through with her, Holly didn't even so much as
utter a whisper of a complaint when he pushed her onto her knees
on the dirty theater floor and pressed her head into his crotch.
It was the filthiest place imaginable for a blowjob.  As it was,
she had never been that predisposed to do that in the first place.
But when she looked up at him, her juices soaking her girly panties
to near saturation, his face a concoction of boyish anticipation
and unchallenged superiority, Holly was only too eager to unzip his
pants with her teeth.

And never before had she taken as large a cock as his.  Her
previous relationships, such as they were, had all been
exclusively with Asian men.  Her mother had always insisted
while growing up that it was only right for a Chinese girl,
even a half-breed like her, to "stay within the race."  When
Brady placed his hand around the back of her head and pulled
her onto his rod, she was in near shock at the size of it.
All the same, she swallowed every last drop.  The two of them
were quite a pair upon exiting the building.  Brady walked tall
with a glow about his body and a warm, confident grin on his
face, while Holly was gripping his arm for dear life, dizzy and
stumbling, sweat covering her lithe body, her girly party dress
sticking to her form.  Never before had she felt so filthy, so
dirty, so publicly humiliated....

So alive.

When Brady suggested a nice "out of the way place...to get to know
each other a bit better," she jumped at the opportunity.  She knew
exactly what he was suggesting and so did he, but she didn't care.
She was so aroused that she couldn't even think straight.  What is
more, she knew she wasn't thinking straight and reveled in it.  No
longer was she Holly, the shy but well-meaning and well-educated
teacher.  Now she was Holly, the randy little freshman schoolgirl,
squealing with glee that an upperclassman was taking her to the
21st Century version of Lover's Lane.  The entire date had gone
better than anything Holly had ever done or seen before, and it
was just reaching its climax now.

As did she.  Twice more.  What tiny little vein of responsibility
she had left was whispering into her ear that he wasn't using
protection.  That last vestige of adulthood died a quick death
when Brady penetrated her sopping wet cunt.  After he finally
pulled out, the two lovers leaned against each other in the back
seat for a few minutes before he hopped into the front and began
driving them home.  Holly remained lying across the back seat,
panting heavily, her panties bunched around one of her ankles.
Before she even knew what was going on, they had arrived back
home.  Brady exited and opened the door for her, rearranging her
clothes into a semi-respectable state before taking her into his
arms.  Holly settled comfortably in his embrace as he brought
her to her door and opened it.

What they saw upon entering shocked both of them.  Holly's jaw
dropped.  Brady dropped Holly.  She fell to the floor with a
light thump.

"Dad!" he shouted.  "What the hell?  Why did you tie up Ms. Emiko?"

Indeed, there was Mr. Bottoms, his folded belt in one hand.  Bent
over the kitchen counter, dressed in a St. Aggie's school uniform,
was Emiko, tied tightly to the counter.  Her jumper was raised
above her waist.  Her sky blue panties were bunched around her
knees.  Her arms were tied tightly behind her back, and a thick
cloth cleave-gagged her quite expertly.  Her round, athletic bottom
was a bright red.  It was quite clear what Mr. Bottoms had been up
to while Brady and Holly were on their date.
"Don't worry, son," he chuckled.  "Just flushin' out a mole, that's all."
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Holly scrambled to her feet and stood beside Brady.  It took him a
few seconds to get a coherent sentence out.  "Dad...again...what
the hell?"

"I knew somethin' wasn't right with this one," Mr. Bottoms said
with a smirk.  "I know pretty girls, and I know how to tell the
high school kids from the young adults.  He gave Emiko a quick
swat with the belt, causing her to mewl into the gag.  Tears ran
down her cheeks.  "This one was no young adult.  She had brat
written all over her.  So I started askin' a few questions, talking
about my methods.  When her eyes lit up after I described my
techniques, I knew how I could snare her.  She kept asking me to
demonstrate on little Holly there, but I had better ideas.  I
convinced her to change into her uniform so I could demonstrate
on her.  What she didn't know was that with my...persuasion
techniques, I got her to blurt out what she's been doing to Holly."

"What are you talking about, Dad?" Brady asked.  He reflexively
wrapped his arm around Holly's waist and pulled her close.
"What's she been doing to Holly?"

"Mr. Bottoms," Holly interjected meekly, "it's not really a big
deal.  Maybe...."

"Oh, I'm afraid it is, Holly.  You see, Brady, Emiko was the
original transfer student.  She is 18 and Holly is 24.  Holly
was supposed to be the new teacher at St. Aggie's, but Emiko
coerced her into switching roles."

The revelation shook Holly to her core, but not at all for the
reasons she thought.  She obviously was aware of the situation
that had brought her to this point, but what should have been a
relief made her heart ache.  She was surprised to find herself
deathly afraid that Brady might reject her now.  The mere thought
of him turning her away after hearing this story made her feel
like someone had just walked over her grave.

So when Brady kept his grip tight around her and pulled her close,
she sighed happily.  "I don't care," he said.  "Holly and I had a
great night tonight, and I don't care if she's a freshman or a
teacher, I still want to be with her."

Emiko rolled her eyes and fought against her bonds, snarling at Mr.
Bottoms.  The disciplinarian quickly gave her another swat with the
belt, which cowed the blonde into silence.  "Well, Brady, that's
admirable of you.  I always raised you to be a man of chivalry,
and you're not disappointing me now.  But there are rules at St.
Aggie's about student-teacher relationships.  If you want to be
together, Holly's going to have to stay a student, at least until
you graduate.  She doesn't have any family around, so I'll be happy
to 'be responsible' for her.  But after Brady graduates, by then
it would be really awkward for Holly to try to get her teaching
position back after being a student for a year...."

Holly looked deep into Brady's eyes.  Mr. Bottoms continued.
"Besides, there's now the issue of what to do with Emiko.  The
easiest thing to do is just ship her off to a more rigid school
as punishment.  I'm sure my friend Dr. Lakewood would be more
than happy to take on this girl.  He loves...troubled cases.  Or,
Holly, we could just let bygones be bygones and let Emiko stay at
the school with you.  She's already agreed to give you back your
home and all your money, so you two would just be students, same
as anyone else."

Brady smiled and brushed some of Holly's obsidian hair out of her
face.  "How about it, beautiful?  What's it to be?"

For the first time in her life, Holly felt sure.  Smiling brightly,
she hugged Brady tightly and rubbed her head against his chest.
"How about...instead of giving me my house and money back...you
hold onto it, Mr. Bottoms?  A high school freshman like me wouldn't
know what to do with it."

Brady laughed and kissed Holly deeply and lovingly.  Mr. Bottoms
smiled.  Emiko stamped her foot and renewed her struggle in her
tight bonds.  Mr. Bottoms gave her another painful reminder of
her current predicament.  "And what about Emiko?" he asked.

Emiko and Holly's eyes met for one fateful moment.  The Chinese
girl turned to Mr. Bottoms.  "As for Emiko, I think we should let
her go.  I have Brady to protect me now."

Brady grinned and gave Holly's rear a squeeze.  "We've got all this
blackmail on her, so she wouldn't dare cause trouble.  But don't be
so sure I'll always protect you.  I might invite her over for a
threesome every now and again.  And something tells me she's got a
lot of pent-up frustration she'll take out on you.  But don't
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worry, I'll make sure she uses plenty of lube."

Mr. Bottoms grinned.  "Well, that certainly settles that.  You two
can live in your home, Holly.  And I'll take Ms. Troublesome here.
She can move into your room, Brady."  He smiled wolfishly.  "By the
time I'm through with her, she'll be a perfect little lady."

Emiko bit back a sob.

THE END