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Sabrina was a bitch. Not just any bitch, she was the be all end all of queen bitches. And she knew it. Everyone knew it. Those that didn't soon learned. You see, Sabrina had this thing, this love for mischief and mayhem that lead to her having the reputation that she had. However, things were working out there in the world that Sabrina had no idea about. She wasn't all-knowing after all, just a bitch. At twenty-five, she could still do anything and be anything.

On a typical morning for Sabrina, she rose from bed with her alarm at six in the morning. She stood up and stretched, a few pops and cracks of her neck being heard as her body got used to being awake and alive. She walked towards her bathroom, her feet seeming to barely touch the floor as she sauntered her way into the tiled room, a smile on her face. Today was going to be a great day, or so she thought. She tiptoed to her shower, turning the faucets on to a nice high temperature.

Once under the stream of water, Sabrina began her washing ritual. She took her time to wash her long, flowing red hair, which took awhile. Her hands, with their perfect skin, trailed down and around her neck, and slowly started to move down her body, cleaning lightly and efficiently, her soft skin glowing by the time she reached her toes. Satisfied with her daily routine, she stepped from the shower and wrapped her body in a towel. Her luscious breasts held up the garment quite well, she admired in the mirror. The young woman turned and bent down to clear the last of the water from her toes, she turned to look at herself once again, wiggling her shapely rear and chuckling to herself.

"Damn Sabrina, you look good" she told herself.

With a laugh she straightened up and began her usual primping; getting her hair dried and put up just the way she liked it, picking out the most outrageous "come boink me" outfit, right down to the shoes, specially chosen to match her belt and purse. Sabrina was nothing if not coordinated. A final look in the mirror told her that everything was fabulous, and out she went. Once on the street, she tap, tap, tapped her way in her high heels to her shiny red convertible with white leather interior. She practically purred as she opened the door and slid inside. A shiver ran through her spine as she oozed herself into the driver's seat, letting her hands roam over the steering wheel that had been warmed by the morning sun.

The car was turned in the direction of the school, and she sped off, doing far more than the speed limit and not caring if any cop should pull her over. She had a knack for being able to talk her way out of any trouble, almost any trouble. At twenty-five, Sabrina was not a student by any means. She was the hottest, most desired teacher that had ever taught in the history of high school. Every male wanted her, and every female wanted to be her, students and staff alike. The young redhead was not stupid, by any stretch of the imagination. Her looks may have been deceiving, but she was cunning and dangerously intelligent.

Her car sped into the parking lot and drove right into her spot, right up front. A gift she had received from the principal. The red-haired woman stepped out of her car, the curves of her body pressing against the tight fabric she wore today. Any boy or man within eyeshot suddenly stopped and turned to see how Sabrina's pert rump was wonderfully on display. The eyes stayed on her as she strode through the doors into the main hallway and headed towards her classroom. The heels on her feet clicked and tapped, echoing through the hallway even over the noises of the rambunctious children.

Sabrina sighed as she entered her usual classroom and looked up at the clock. It would still be about twenty minutes until classes began for the day. She set her bags down and headed for the teacher's lounge. On a normal day, the beautiful teacher would be treated with an amount of respect, or possibly fear. Today felt different somehow. It seemed as if people were looking at her with a devious expression on their faces.

The lounge was full of staff when Sabrina walked into the room, there not being a lot of space in there, due to budget cuts and whatnot. One table, several other chairs without tables, a coffee pot on a little stand, and a refrigerator were all there was in the room. The sexy teacher headed right for the fridge to put her diet soda inside for later. As she was bent over to reach into the shelving, she felt a hard slap against her slightly jiggly behind.

"Oh... I'm sorry Sabrina" she heard as she spun around, a slight reddish tint to her cheeks, the ones on her face. The one who spoke was a fellow teacher, Mrs. Martha Henderson, math teacher. In her hand was a rather large fly swatter. "Damn thing has been bugging us all morning. I didn't meant to swing it at you."

Sabrina, still somewhat flushed, closed the door of the fridge and walked away from Mrs. Henderson and back out the door, rubbing her slightly burning fanny a bit with one hand. Thinking how strange it was that Mrs. Henderson was swinging a flyswatter around with so many people in the room, but she shrugged it off. On her way back to the classroom, the bell rang, and students went flying in all directions. Not wanting to be too late to class because of the teacher's lounge incident, Sabrina hurried along as best she could, getting to her room a full five minutes after the bell rang. All her kids were in their seats and waiting for her, a usual sight in her class for she did not allow any disturbances during school hours. She had had students suspended and given far too much detention for there to be any dissension within the ranks.

"Good morning class, I hope everyone got their homework done for this morning" she said pointedly as she moved from the door to her desk. Her heels tapped as she moved, the room silent. "Everyone please pass your papers to the front, then to the side and put them on my desk, and we will begin our lessooOOOOO...". Sabrina screamed out in shock and some pain when she placed her butt down on the chair and felt several tiny little pricks against her skin. She jumped up from the chair as fast as lightning, turning around in circles to try and see what had poked her bottom. A hearty chuckle arose from her students when they saw the brightly colored ends of some tacks sticking out of their teacher's tight skirt, the points embedded in her generous behind.

"Ouch... who did this? Ow... which one of you put tacks on my seat?" Sabrina was bright red, but from anger or embarrassment no one could say. Her students clammed up faster than anything, an occasional chuckle bursting from one every once in awhile. Some tears streaked the teacher's face as she began to pull each tack from her bespectacled rump, an oof of pain coming from her as she plucked each one from her posterior. "When I find out which one of you did this, you are going to be in so much trouble." With this added incentive, each and every student kept their mouths shut, not blinking, not speaking. When the last tack was removed, Sabrina rubbed her sore bottom and hissed at the light pain that remained, her students trying hard not to burst into laughter again.

Sabrina continued with the lesson of the day, walking gingerly around the room as she taught, her eyes always scanning for a guilty face among her students, but never did she see a flicker. A few more classes passed, all without incident, and the young teacher found herself during her free period, when she usually had lunch. Entering the teacher's lounge, she looked around for Mrs. Henderson and her flyswatter, not seeing either of them present. With a sigh, she quickly grabbed her diet soda and headed back to her desk in her class. On the way to the room, her high heel got stuck to the floor by a piece of wet, sticky chewing gum. "Ewwww.... gross." The busty female bent over, trying desperately to scrape the gum off her shoe. All of a sudden, Sabrina fell forward and barely put her hands out in front of her, a yelp and a heavy grunt coming from her. In the heap that was her on the floor, she was rubbing her pained butt yet again. The blow that had knocked her to the floor came from a student rather clumsily opening his locker. The door was slammed open, smacking straight into the bent over teacher's backside, throwing her forward onto the ground. The resounding slap against her butt was echoing down the halls. Instead of crying, like she felt like doing, she stood up and stormed out of the school, into the yard.

The redhead's legs were still shaky from her sudden fall, Sabrina stumbled through the quad looking for a good place to rest. There was a copse of trees nearby that she started heading towards, wanting to get into the shade for the rest of her free period and away from all the strange things that seemed to be happening. There was a small group of kids playing nearby, yelling to each other about invading their hideout and watch out for booby traps. Sabrina ignored it all, being as these boys were just using their imaginations. She shook her head and moved into the shade of the trees, sighing out as she was comforted by the cool breeze moving the through small group of foliage.

She finally felt like she was out of the torment that had been happening all morning so far. Idly, Sabrina looked around for a good place to sit for a moment and drink her... soda. It seems in her fall inside, she lost the can, and never recovered it before she ran from the campus. She grumbled, realizing that now she didn't even have her drink. Her shoulders slumped before she noticed what looked like a comfortable spot on the ground. Bending down to sit, she lurched forward off balance for a moment, her left ankle running into a wire on the ground. She barely got to her feet in time to have a thin branch of one of the trees come flying around and swatting her right across her rump with a heavy smacking sound. Sabrina screamed as she was flung to the ground yet again, landing a crumpled heap. Her butt ached badly as she turned around, wincing as her rear end pressed against the ground.

She looked down at her dress, covered in grass stains, a tear finally coming to her eyes. The pain and stress was too much to deal with. What had she done to deserve this? Her upset feelings changed quickly into anger, her fists pounding the ground in her frustration. Once ahold of her senses, Sabrina stood up, her makeup smeared over her face, her dress torn a bit from where the branch had taken a swat at her rump, and her hair was tangled and full of leaves.

The abused teacher felt that she had had enough rest, and stumbled her way back out of the trees, hearing the boys whooping and hollering a little ways away as they ran into their fortress of trees. "Hey!" she heard one of them exclaim. "Who sprung our trap?"

Sabrina started hobbling a bit faster so that the young group wouldn't see her and start to laugh. She had had enough of people laughing at her today. The students in her first class with the tacks, the student she was near who had knocked her down, the teachers in the lounge who were there when she got smacked by that flyswatter. She didn't need anymore of this. So, back inside the school she went, heading straight for the woman's restroom to try and pull herself together. She still had one more class left for the day, and then she could go to the safety of her home and relax, and probably rub some ointment over her shapely butt.

The restroom was quiet, most students still in class or lunch while she was on her free period. She looked at the clock on the wall, which told her that she only had about ten minutes left of freedom before another wave of obnoxious kids were in her classroom. The redhead redid her makeup, carefully applying it so that her tears and the previous smudging would be well hidden. She brushed her hair, combing out as best she could with just a hairbrush and no hairspray or gel. The tears in her dress would just have to be let alone, though if she mostly faced forward in her last class, the kids wouldn't even be able to see the problem. She smiled to herself at this. It would be quite the challenge. No writing on the chalkboard, and she would have to be careful when trying to pull down her visual aids, such as her maps. She could it, she thought to herself, she was stronger than this day, and she would win in the end.

Her cell phone made one quick beep inside her purse, and she quickly reached for it. The only person who ever texted her during school hours was her boyfriend Ryan. With deft but shaky hands, she picked up the phone and smiled as she read the text. Ryan was going to have a surprise ready for her when she got home that night. Fresh tears nearly burst from her eyes, but Sabrina held them back. The relief she received from that text message told her that she was going to be fine. That she could go home to a wonderful surprise from her boyfriend, and that this day would fade away in the comfort of her home and her man.

Once she had straightened herself out, the young teacher made her way back to her class just before the first bell rang. Students moved through the halls, headed to their last classes of the day. Sabrina stood before her desk as her last group of kids filtered in and sat down quietly before the second bell rang. She smiled and stood, beginning her lesson, being careful not to show her backside to the class. During the course of the hour, a few chuckles could be heard, some mild whispering. The story of what had happened that morning had obviously been spread around, but the strong female would not allow it to bother her. Especially not when she was so close to being able to go home and forget about it. The final bell of day eventually rang, the students pouring from the school, Sabrina waiting patiently for them all to leave so that she could have at least a modicum of privacy to walk to her car.

The car, of course, wouldn't start when she arrived and slid into its comforting embrace. The young woman could barely believe it. She couldn't get the engine to turn over no matter how much she wished that it would. However, Sabrina wasn't about to let this stop her from ending her day. She wrote a note to the campus saying that she would have the car towed once she got home and she proceeded to prepare herself to walk home the several blocks it was to her house. Head held high, she began to clack her way along the sidewalks, not really worried about the few small tears in her dress that would allow anyone behind her to see her underwear, just a little.

About halfway to her house, Sabrina heard several yapping noises. She knew very well that there were three very small, yet somehow terrifying little dogs that lived in one of the houses on this block. They were mini doberman pinchers, and they didn't like people other than their owners very much. Usually, the dogs were kept behind a fence in the backyard, but just as the young teacher passed by the house, the three little devils ran out of the open front door of the house and gave chase. Sabrina shouted at them and started running as best she could in her tight dress and high heels, which of course wasn't very good at all. She kicked off both of her shoes and continued running, yelping and shrieking all the way, the little beasts at her heels the entire time. Every once in awhile when one got close enough, it would jump up at her, the little teeth nipping at her butt and legs, causing the fearful woman to eep and struggle to run faster. She ran nearly a whole block, the three small canines biting at her sizable rump and the top of her legs mercilessly before the fell back and skittered back home.

Panting hard, and feeling barely able to stand, Sabrina finally made it to her house. Shoes gone, dress torn, hair wildly out of place, she unlocked her door and pushed it open hoping to see her amazing boyfriend there with open arms and a nice meal or something. He was nowhere to be seen as she limped her way through the doorway and into her warming home. The door was kicked closed, and her belongings set down on the empty dining room table. Sabrina stood there wondering where Ryan was. That is until she felt his hand land hard on her poor abused butt with a loud smack. The scream was heard several blocks away.