Physically dominating her swim coach, the haughty, stern Ms. Hancock, was probably the most thrilling experience of Tiffany's life.  The sadistic teenager loved intimidating other girls, and Blair Hancock's big, fabulously shaped body, still damp from the shower, struggling helplessly against her, was really turning her on.  She licked her lips hungrily, as she gazed at those saucy, nude breasts only inches from her face.

Finally Ms. Hancock's body slumped limply backward.  Tiffany set the swimming coach down.  Dizzy and frightened as she was, Blair's only thought was to escape from the fiendish student. She turned and tried to run, but before she stumbled two steps, Tiffany kicked her between the legs from behind.  The girl's sharp toe stabbed the teacher's anus with shocking effect.

Before Blair could run another step, Tiffany thrust her hand between the older woman's muscular thighs, and grabbed her pussy.  The teacher shrieked in shock.

Stunned by the savage attack on her femininity, Blair was in no position to resist, as the laughing student grabbed her left hand, and bent her fingers almost to the breaking point.  At the same time, Tiffany painfully tugged on Blair's long black hair.

Then Tiffany had a better idea.  She let go of the teacher's hair, and still painfully bending her fingers, twisted her whole arm behind her back, and rammed it up between her shoulder blades.

There was nothing Blair could do, only moan in distress, and stand on tiptoe to ease the fierce pain lancing through her shoulder and arm.

After she'd tormented the frightened, helpless teacher until she shrieked in pain, Tiffany let go of the arm, and grabbed Blair's neck in a reverse headlock. Holding the teacher bent over backward, with one arm, she began to smash her other fist into Blair's belly.

Alternately, and sometimes simultaneously, Tiffany varied her punishment of the squealing teacher's belly, by driving her knee into her kidneys.  Overcome by pain and terror, Blair nearly passed out.

The mercurial Tiffany suddenly let go.  Whimpering in pain, Blair fell over backward.  She couldn't move.  The vengeful pupil had beaten her into total submission.  Tiffany jumped on the helpless Ms. Hancock, pinning the teacher's muscular arms to the floor under her knees.

Threatening the helpless teacher with her hard little fist, Tiffany laughed.  "Okay, Teach, now you're gonna show me how a 'Real Woman' eats pussy!"

Shocked by the repellent suggestion, Blair stammered. "I will NOT!  Are you crazy? H-how dare you suggest such a disgusting thing?"  The helpless teacher did her best to sound defiant, but she was nearly sobbing, and her lower lip trembled, childishly.

Infuriated by the teacher's refusal, Tiffany wheeled around and grabbed Blair's pussy with both hands   Too weak to fight her off, Blair could only look up at the girl's insolent behind almost rubbing against her face. She gagged at  the hot, musky scent of aroused passion.

By the time Tiffany rose, and swung around to the teacher's face, they both knew Blair would do anything the vicious girl told her to!

Tiffany settled back down on Blair's bruised face. The horrified teacher looked up helplessly, knowing she was so scared, she'd do anything the horrid girl wanted. Blair thrust her wet, dripping, young pussy against the beautiful teacher's soft lips.  With a little moan of despair, Blair obediently kissed  it.  Then, at Tiffany's command, she used her tongue, doing her best to keep the nasty, young bitch happy, so maybe she wouldn't hurt her anymore.

In her excited state, Tiffany came quickly and explosively.  Not satisfied, she made poor Blair continue eating her dripping pussy, until she came a second, and then a third time.  It was only then, that she rose from Blair's face and stretched lazily, like a cat who's just made a kill.

Tiffany's friends had been waiting outside the school for their leader for some time, and at last, growing impatient, came back looking for her.
They arrived just as Blair had finished servicing the depraved student. They were shocked to see Tiffany standing over the swim coach's prone body, both of them naked.

They heard Ms. Hancock's loud sobs, and it was obvious from the blood and bruises on her beautiful face, that she had been pretty thoroughly beaten up. The girls gaped in amazement.  Some of them, maybe most, had felt Tiffany's wrath themselves, but who would ever believe the young sadist could do that to tall, athletic Ms. Hancock, or that she'd ever have the audacity to attack a faculty member.

Seeing her friends' amazement, Tiffany couldn't resist showing off.  She swaggered around the sobbing Blair, grabbed a handful of silky, black hair, and hauled the weeping teacher up on her knees.

"Watch this!"  Tiffany laughed, and thrust her small shapely behind in Blair's face. "Kiss it, Bitch!"  She commanded arrogantly.

As the school girl's gaped in disbelief, the haughty Blair Hancock, too frightened to risk another beating, even though she knew she was disgracing herself in front of most of her swimming class, obediently kissed Tiffany's bottom cheek

"Ommigod, Tiffany!  You are sooo BAD!"  Her best friend, Sara, murmured in admiration, as the other girl's "oohed" and "ahhed" in disbelief.

Pleased by the other girl's admiration, Tiffany bragged. "Why I could even take Blairy here across my knee, and give her a good, old-fashioned spanking, and she'd let me, wouldn't you, Teach?"

"O-oh no, please don't do that!" Blair whimpered miserably, but she hopelessly knew her pleas would fall on deaf ears.

"Oh, do it!  Do it!"  The girl's chorused, enthusiastically.

"Okay, Sara, get that stool over there!"  Tiffany ordered.  Sara rushed to obey.

The hapless teacher continued to whimper.  "Oh, no pl-please don't!"  Even while Tiffany seated herself on the stool, and pulled Blair's tall form across her lap.  Even at that indignity, the terrorized older woman didn't resist.

As her friends cheered her on, Tiffany raised her arm and smacked the teacher's trembling, well rounded backside as hard as she could.  Blair yelped at the sharp, humiliating pain in her rear.  Tiffany's bare hand really stung.

Pleased by the woman's cry of pain, Tiffany went to work on her big bottom with enthusiasm.  Blair wailed and sobbed, begging her to stop, but Tiffany whacked away with feverish, manic energy.  Once she got into it, her arm rose and fell with relentless, blistering intensity, until her hard, little palm seared Blair's tender, white flesh an angry bright crimson.

At first, Blair kicked and struggled, but as the pain grew too intense to bear, her body went limp, and she dangled helplessly still, across Tiffany's lap.

Tiffany didn't stop, until her own hand was smarting from her vicious game. Letting her tired arm drop, she spilled the sobbing Ms. Hancock on the floor.

Sara, Tiffany's best friend and chief flunky, ran over to her, and whispered.  "Hey Tiff, that stool gives me an idea!  I got some contact paper and markers, and a camera in my locker!  We can...ssspp..sspp...."

"That's a great idea! Let's do it!"  Tiffany laughed, with a nasty grin. "But first get the camera, and take a few shots of the dumb bitch's blistered behind!"

Sara took some pictures of the cringing teacher's blistered back side, and then she and Tiffany carried out the rest of her devilish scheme.

A few minutes later, a very sad and chastened Blair Hancock, still sobbing bitterly, sat miserably atop the stool, with a dunce cap on her head, while Sara snapped more pictures of her humiliation.

With those pictures safely in their possession, the vicious girls had a hold over the teacher she didn't dare try to break.  For the rest of the school year she was their obedient puppet and patsy.