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The Cheerleaders of Fenton University have been bad and now they are being made to confess everything. One by one, the cheerleaders describe in their own words what they have been getting up to and with whom. Read all about each cheerleader's dirty little sex secrets. Who they are doing and how they are getting done. Where they are going and what they have done to whom. The confessions should be keeping the delinquent cheerleaders in check, except the coach has disappeared and no one is keeping track.
Warning: Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions contains explicit bitching about other cheerleaders and an awful lot of sex. All characters are 18 years old and doing things you shouldn't do and definitely shouldn't talk about. All situations are consensual acts of a whole lot of fun that they don't want other people to know about. Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is more than a little strange, but really, you shouldn't take it too seriously.
It's just a story. In this story, Prudence is anything but discreet. She's been fucking her way through the football team, but when she plays too close to home with her step-brother, her step-daddy has something to say. Except, he doesn't draw the line at talking. Prudence's step-daddy is a man who believes in corporal punishment and has alternative methods of showing Prudence the error of her ways.
Approximate length: 9, 500 words. Extract:"Don't you worry, " I told him. "I won't be botherin' you." I started walking towards the door and he grabbed my arm."Which is even worse, " he said quietly. "You end up somewhere, God knows where doing God knows what causing your mama all different kinds of worry and I'll be the one who ends up having to pick up the pieces.""Well fuck you, " I said."Now this is exactly what I'm talking about, " he said.
The look on his face was angry. "You don't listen to a damn word I've been saying. You ain't listening to anything anybody is trying to say to you. If it weren't for your mother, I'd have beaten two tons of shit outta you.""No, " I said, looking him in the eye. "You ain't done nothing because you're a pussy."I started to move towards the door thinking he would let go of my arm and instead he turned me around, sat down on the bed and pulled me over his lap.
Now I was still naked and the cigarette was still in my hand. Before I've even had time to realize what had happened, his hand came crashing down on my ass with a God Almighty smack. The force of it pushed me forward with shock and I almost dropped my cigarette. He had his feet braced against the floor and one arm across my lower back holding me in a tight grip. His hand rained down smack after smack across my ass cheeks.
The rising heat across my cheeks felt like waves of pleasurable stings. I heard myself yelp as he continued his onslaught with slaps following quickly, one after the other. His hand moved from one cheek to next spreading the ache across my ass and making me feel increasingly tender. I squirmed under his grip which only seemed to make him hold me tighter and spank me harder. He stopped and his grip loosened slightly.
The cigarette had gone out and I had dropped it to the floor. My hands were pressing against the carpet, steadying me against his assault on my ass.