A Taste of Cheerleader Discipline Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Taste of Cheerleader Discipline Ch. 02

... pulled them off of her shoe, tossing them to the ground. Mr. Hardown shook his head in disapproval. “What's wrong, Mr. Hardown?” she asked. “Don't you like fucking horny little cheerleaders?” “Jenna, we're on campus grounds,” he said. “And we're outdoors. I might be crazy, but I'm not that crazy. We're going to go back to my house. Then I can show you my brand of discipline.” “Oh, right,” she replied. “Sorry.” She grabbed her panties and pulled them back on. “So where do you live by the way?” “Just follow me, and you'll find out,” he answered. Mr. Hardown drove down Tiedeman Boulevard. Jenna sat in the passenger seat of his black 2011 Honda Civic. She had the mirror down as she ran a black comb through her blonde hair. “Just out of your curiosity, do you take any pills?” Mr. Hardown asked. “You mean, am I on the pill?” Jenna responded. “Well, yeah. It's not like I have much of a choice. I can't stand the smell of latex. That and you can't taste a guy after he... well, you know.” “Yeah, I feel you,” Mr. Hardown admitted. “That and it feels uncomfortable as hell.” He was glad that he and Jenna were on the same page when it came to contraception. Mr. Hardown turned a corner and pulled into his driveway. They had arrived at his house. He pressed a button on his dashboard. The garage door opened, and he pulled his vehicle inside. It was only a matter of time before he put his favorite vehicle into Jenna's personal garage. Mr. Hardown and Jenna walked into his kitchen. “Would you ...

... like a drink?” he asked her. “I have some lemonade. Is that okay?” “Sure,” she replied. Mr. Hardown walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade. He grabbed a glass and poured some lemonade into it. Unbeknownst to Jenna, the lemonade contained a special sleeping pill. He handed the glass over to Jenna. She prepared to drink it, but he placed his left hand in front of her mouth. “Wait!” he yelled. “Are you sure that you want to remain on the squad?” “Yes!” she exclaimed. “I've told you this several times already! I need to be a cheerleader!” “Okay, then,” he said. “You have been warned. Once you drink that, there is no turning back. Your discipline will begin, and you will not be free to go until the lesson is over. However, if you choose to leave now, you will willingly forfeit your position on the squad. Do you understand?” “Look, Mr. Hardown, I love being a cheerleader,” Jenna said. “It's my passion, and I will do whatever it takes to stay on this squad.” And with those words, Jenna raised her glass and consumed her lemonade. She smiled. “Wow, this is really good,” she admitted. “I know it is,” he replied. “To be honest, this is probably my favorite drink.” “And why is that?” she asked. “Oh, you'll see,” he chuckled. Suddenly, Jenna began to feel drowsy. She tried to walk over to a chair, but she spun around in circles, unable to focus. A few seconds later, she closed her eyes and passed out. As she fell to the floor, the glass flew out of her hand ...