First Day

I entered the cafeteria with the usual ruckus of insults and catcalls at my back, but when the students eating lunch saw me walk in, they broke out into applause. I was stunned with shock. I doubt this meaned they were going to start being nice to me, though.



It wasn't hard to hear what people had to say about me as I stood in line to get my food - they didn't even try to lower their voices so I wouldn't overhear them. I was already a legend at my school, not halfway through the first day.



"There she is, the girl who came to school naked, on the first day."



"Talk about making an impression..."



"I can't believe she's getting away with it - they should throw her bare ass in juvie!"



"I think she's a whore. I heard she was making out with her father in the car before he dropped her off to school this morning."



"I was there - he totally had sex with her right there in front of the school! They should lock him up!"



"No way, man - look at her. She's hot! I'd fuck her."



"But he's, like, forty years old. It's gross!"



"For her, maybe. He's damn lucky."



"But he's her father. That's incest!"



"Can you blame him?"



"Disgusting pervert!"



"Hey, whore - how much do you charge?"



"I say we pass her around the football team, I bet she'd enjoy that."



"Ew, she's probably got diseases."



It just went on and on, and I didn't dignify any of it with response. When I got my food, I looked toward the corner, hoping for an unoccupied spot away from other people. Katie was sitting there alone. She was watching me, and when she saw me looking in her direction, she motioned me over to her. I got a few more slaps on the ass, which was still sore and probably red from my spanking, and one guy grabbed my breast while walking between the tables. It was all I could do to keep from dropping my tray - I couldn't afford to shield myself from the abuse.



I sat down uncomfortably and thanked Katie profusely for not rejecting me, after how "popular" I had become. Some guy shouted "dykes!" in our direction, and Katie just shrugged it off. She's a real friend, although I regret bringing her into this.



We spent the rest of lunch mostly in silence. I got groped countless times and learned to just ignore it. Katie was groped once and she elbowed the guy in the groin. Noone touched her after that. It made me think I should be less submissive, less resolved to my humiliation, but with all the attention I was getting, it seemed hopeless. Easier just to try to ignore it. After all, anyone could take just one look at me and be reminded of why I was being treated this way.



I thought in jest about asking Katie to strip and join me in solidarity, but I would never subject her to what I was going through. She didn't volunteer, either...