daddyslittlejanegirl

“Stick around Principal Lauren,” jested one 4th grader. “Yeah, don’t go anywhere,” snickered another. Lauren Jennings had been securely duct taped to this support post in the hallway of her elementary school since about 6:00 this morning. They’d used enough tape to make her a veritable mummy, they’d even wrap taped her head to the post while taping her mouth shut. She couldn’t move much, only wriggle, and she couldn’t really talk. She could only grunt feebly against the tape. She tried to make her grunts sound angry, but really this had been her idea from the start. It was part of a weekly routine she had worked out with the Superintendent, the assistant principal, and a couple of the older, bigger lunch ladies. Each of their husbands knew about it too. None of the other teachers or staff knew that it was a put up job, none of the students either. Everyone was quite happy with the arrangement that, once a week, Principal

Stacy was a small boy, but even so the small locker he had been stuffed in was uncomfortably cramped. He was scrunched up so tight he could barely move, and his body was beginning to ache a little bit. His wrists had been bound behind him with a belt supplied by one of the bullies who had put him in here and his mouth was currently stuffed with two dirty jockstraps, also supplied by his bullies. Worse still, the way his body was bent and folded was putting a lot of pressure on his full bladder. He had been on his way to the bathroom when they'd ambushed him. That had been half an hour ago, at least it felt like half an hour. It was hard to know for sure how much time had past, there were no clocks in this tiny locker. He had tried calling for help, but the underwear filling his mouth had muffled the sound significantly. He'd also tried kicking the locker door from inside, but that did no good. Once or twice he'd heard laughter from classmates walking by, one of them had even taunted