She seemed to go out of her way to torture people or embarrass them. She was always dressed like a slut but from what I heard around town she only tea...sed and never put out any pussy. One of her favorite things to do was to find out what someone’s sexual fantasy was and then tell everyone about it. The most outrageous one was where she had discovered that her principal was a lesbian and that she loved to film the girls at the school while they showered. Apparently, Britney had convinced her that. ‘I told you, sir-‘ Another loud slap. ‘Owwweee! Sir, plea-‘ Two more loud smacks, as I established a rhythm. ‘No, no, sir – ah! – don’t do it so – ow!! – so hard, ow, sir…’ It went on and on, slap after slap, as tears rolled down, her bottom reddening, her mascara running slightly despite how good it was. She struggled a little, and I held her tight, spanking her harder and harder, making her cry. After about two minutes, and what must have been a hundred loud slaps on her ass, I sat her up,. They feed off of each other and cover up the others weaknesses. I needed reinforcements. I checked my watch (gotta remember to get a new one of those) and was happy to see Bec would still be at lunch. I smiled and flipped my phone open."What are you doing," Mom asked in mock horror."Calling for reinforcements," I grinned back."No, Connor, stop her. We have the advantage now. We can't lose it."Dad made a very weak attempt at snagging the phone, but I dodged him easily. Bec picked up on the. “What do you think I should focus on?” She turned slowly.“You’re lovely as you are,” I said while trying not to let my mind wonder too far. She was definitely going to be a heartbreaker.She gave me a little pout. “But I could be a lot hotter if I put some effort into it, don’t you think?”“Why do you need to be hotter?” I asked, trying to avoid a hormonal teenage girl landmine? “I don’t know how boys today think, but when I was your age, I was more interested in a girl that was self-confident..