boy in her math class notices her, tries to chat her up one day after class, she's outrageously flirty but then stuffs him hard. [add descripton of her appearance]
a couple weeks later he's wandering at a party, and sees her with a guy who smacks her hard across the face, he's shocked, but the guy is much more than he can handle. He grabs his camera phone and video tapes the altercation, as he smacks her again. After he feels he has enough incriminating him, he intervenes and tells him it's time to stop drinking and leave. In his anger, he motions towards him briefly, 'you have no idea what you're talking about. beat it punk'. but the boy starts playing back the video of him smacking her. 'i really don't think you want this floating around campus'. he pauses, looks to violet, then says his parting words, "i've had enough of your freakshow." as he leaves 'if you want her, she's all yours'.
"are you hurt?" violet doesn't look the least bit appreciative. "hurt? that was just getting good. He finally starts to get rough with me, and in you charge spoiling all the fun. What did you think, that after you saved me from the big bad boy, I'd be so thankful I'd fall into your bed sobbing and fuck you?" He shook his head, embarassed and confused at her aggression. She was up close now, "You do want me though don't you?" As he nodded, she pressed her body up again him. The meat of her tongue planted on his neck and dragged up against his skin. "I know I turn you on. I can feel you bursting out of your pants." She was rhythmically bumping her body up against him. "I'm going to give you once chance. If you can turn me on, you can have your way with me. I'm even going to make it easy for you. I'll tell you exactly what you have to do." She stepped back away from him. "Think you can handle that?" He nodded. "Bret there wasn't being mean there hitting me. I wanted it. I begged him for it. It turns me on. The pain is such a rush, the sharp sensation, the blood rushing to my skin. It was so hard to get him to give it to me, good christian boy and all. But you're different, you're smart, you understand we're not all wired the same. I want you to get me excited, to give me that rush. I want you to hurt me. Do it. Smack me. Now." He stood there confused. "What are you waiting for? Take that hand of yours and whip it across my face and you can have me any way you want me." After a moment of silence, she started towards the door. "You men are all the same, chicken shit." He desperately jumped into action, not wanting her to leave. "Wait Violet. I'll do it, I just... it's not the " He rushed to the door and closed it. "I don't want someone to get the wrong idea like I did." He turned to her. "You really want me to hit you?" She licked her lips suggestively and nodded.
He swung his hand, and with a light slap his fingers slid across her face like wet noodles. The disappointment was apparent on her face, her look challenging him to do better. "Harder." Again he swung his hand towards her, again the muscles in his body limp, sub-conciously softening the blow to a mere light smack, her face hardly budging on contact. "Are you a baby? I don't want to pull off a man's pants and find a baby diaper. This is your last chance. Show me that you are a man, not a baby. Smack me so hard it sends me spinning." Her patronizing attitude was beginning to aggrivate him, and just enough of that anger seeped out. He wound up and brought his hand towards her, holding his muscles firm this time. He felt the pain of contact in his fingers as the blow smacked hard on her face, this time briefly turning it to the side. As she turned back to face him, she opened and closed her jaw once. She was sporting a bright red contact mark. "That's more like it. Seems there is a man hiding behind those math books. A few more like that and I will be ready to crawl into your bed and fuck you." She stepped up close to him and engaged in a kiss, soft at first, then their tongues both aggressively battling eachother. "It's time for you to take me home now."
boys run into eachother on the way out.... she taunts the jock.. 'seems he had something in him you didn't.' he taunts back... she's vulgar yet seductive as ever.. "excuse us, he needs to take me home so I can taste his cock." The jock looks about ready to react until she gives his hand a powerful squeeze. He winces in response, and the two head out the door before her new date realizes what happened.
- back at home
[description of violet's dress] she looks even sexier than in math class, which is no surprise as she was dressed to party. Her top was bound in a corset, forcing her body to the shape and showing off her bustline. In her heels she's almost as tall as he is. They kiss. He leads her to the bedroom. She shimmies out of her panties, leans over the bed, and flips her skirt out of the way. 'this bad girl is ready for a good spanking.' he moves in and lays his hand against her bottom. She taunts him on as he smacks away harder and harder.
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- next day
His friends can't believe his story. He almost couldn't believe it himself. He planned to show them up in math class, but she showed up late and had to quietly sneak in after class had started. Once class had ended, however, she wasted no time in approaching him, and giving him a quick squeeze. His friends had also gathered, like moths to the flame. "Do I have to introduce myself to your little buddies?" She was already touching the wrist of one of his friends, making her demeanor as flirty as it was patronizing. "I'm Violet. Who might you be?" She locked eyes with each of them in turn as they introduced themselves. [what smalltalk?] She turns back to Ken. "It's time for me to head to my next class. After school today I could really use your help with some advanced techniques. I'll drop by around 5pm." She stepped away, not waiting for a response. As she clears the door of the classroom his friends start to gush about how hot she is.