Illustration commissioned from my friend https://twitter.com/otheruizart

An occasional high-pitched whine followed by a dull smack could be heard from the currently empty classroom 119. To anyone outside, it would have sounded like someone attempting to swat a fly.

I think this is attempt #13 on operation "Where Eagles Dare", or so Kat calls it. She doesn't even look at me anymore as she aims the slingshot. As my bully's newest cure for boredom, this wasn't the first, nor last, time I've found myself pinched between her deceptively soft fingers. I just hope the chalky serum she'd forced down my throat would wear off soon. The sticky rubber bands on the slingshot stick to the outside of my thighs, though never so tightly as to prevent me from sailing through the air over and over again into Olivia's ass.

Olivia shifts uncomfortably against the desk, complaining her back hurts from bending over this long. If I squint, I think I can see the imprints on her ass from where Kat was working on her aim.

Without warning, as it always is, I no longer feel the rubber of the slingshot. The only thing I feel is the whipping of wind against my skin and a sinking feeling in my stomach as the massive backside before me gets closer and closer.

TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO LEARN WHAT HAPPENS (or give me a dollar over on DA and you could have already seen part 2 and more!)

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