Yeah, we like to bully our classmates. But sometimes they fucking deserve it! Wear hotter clothes! Learn how to dress. That’s what we thought, at least. But the counselor had a different opinion. He gave us a choice - enter the Brat Tamer program, or face more serious consequences. We consented, and our world was turned upside down. Groped, our clothes cut off of us, then taped up, revealing our privates. This was totally fucked up. How is the school allowed to get away with this? But you know what? We could feel ourselves becoming less bratty. The school counselor was fucking the brattiness out of us one stroke at a time. Being a good girl isn’t so bad after all…