This story is based on real events and only slightly combed under a narrative format. All participants at the time of the story was eighteen years old. Her main character told me this story, in the process of our long wet nights with her, often moving from the usual vanilla format to the field of reckless sadistic sex.

Lisa was then a typical major girl, with confidence in the prosperous future, a successful marriage and in general that her life took place long before her birth. Moreover, it was successful. Running a lot ahead, I can say that this is what happened. Lisa now runs a large by provincial company, owns shares in several businesses and is considered to be the right person for solving some specific issues with a number of major government officials. But this is all in the future. And at the time of the story - she was a slim, beautiful and well-groomed eighteen-year-old girl, with a rich and powerful dad, but studying at the same time in a regular school, with strong teachers, but without “elite” status.

As a daughter of rich parents, she ended up in a regular school - a separate story. Basically, that the father, having unquestioned authority, explained to her that he did not want his daughter to grow up as a spoiled pacifier, who did not know how the "ordinary" life was tripled. He told her a lot about how to make acquaintances, with which people and how to communicate - but only for the future, when she will have to study in a prestigious university and enter his business as one of the managers. In the meantime - live among normal people, he said, not spoiled by power, money and careless existence.

Lisa diligently carried out the will of her father, became the center of one of the small companies of girls and maintained good relations with almost all classmates. Of course, she could not do without quarrels and excesses, in which Lisa managed to show that she was kind only in appearance, cracking down on enemies even with excessive uncompromising and cruelty.

She could cut off a considerable strand of hair, pour muddy water from a bucket, paint something on her face with lipstick, stain a beautiful white dress on the first lesson, and so on. And only her friends knew how carefully she selected these "executions". Never spoiled things to classmates from poor families, did not insult the appearance of complete or simply ugly girls, choosing every punishment according to school cruel, but not causing irreparable losses. It was a kind of game, to be above all so that no one could even understand, except for the closest girlfriends.

But after one story, no one at all took up conflict with Liza. There was this lesson physical education Lisa was a sporty girl, but lost in the race of one of the same physically strong classmate. And that, having caught courage, began to laugh at Liza, mocking at her “slowness”.

Lisa could answer her words, easily shutting up curses and threats, but said nothing. Fifteen minutes later, in the dressing room, her four girlfriends firmly held an impudent classmate hand and foot, pressed to the wall, and Lisa. not holding back forces, beat her palms on the cheeks, counting to herself twenty hot slaps. It happened in the presence of all the girls in the class, and no persuasion could stop her. Everyone around stood and watched as she punished the abusive woman.

Any other blows would have left traces on the opponent’s body. Liza was not afraid of the proceedings, but why should they, if everything can be solved in one fell swoop, without special consequences. Two strong blows to the crotch became a bright point in the execution - the beaten girl literally exploded with weeping and moans, she was released, and she fell to the floor, holding her hands together.

Before that, Liza had never been at war with, but since then, even having accidentally offended, they tried to apologize and avoid the development of the conflict.And Lisa received another life lesson - the fear that once engulfed a person acts for a very long time, controls it and influences all of its actions.

What I want to tell you happened about six months later. A commonplace for a modern school event - the class was collecting money for repairs. Something related to painting or something else. The amount was collected at that time rather big, but it was kept according to the usual school disorder - in the teacher’s desk drawer. Liza was indifferent to the money and the upcoming repairs. But, taking time off from the lesson of labor and having come to the empty classroom of their class teacher, sit in silence and prepare for the next subject, she saw a scene that could not leave her indifferent. Her classmate, Valya, who left "for a moment," with money in her hands, moved away from the teacher's desk in the direction of her bag.

- That's awesome! What are you doing?!

Not that Lisa really couldn't understand what Valya was doing. Everything was more than obvious. Vali's family could not be called safe. The elder brother was already serving time in the colony, the father drank and did not work, and the mother, though she was dragging her daughter, did not bother about her moral character either, was a haberdad, reveler and, as she was often called for her eyes, a slut. The future of Vali was hardly bright, but she tried to hold on, was always clean and ironed, but clogged and silent. What was going on inside her, devils in the pool or broken psyche, no one knew - she kept herself apart and was often the target of insults and ridicule.

Valya flinched as a shock. Knowing the principles and cruelty of her classmate, she froze, staring at the girl with dismay. Lisa herself was shocked, not knowing what to do. Carefully hiding the confusion, she went to Vale and found nothing better than to ask:

- Why do you need this?

Inside, she was angry with a thief, but something made her put out emotions and remain impartial. Below, from the belly to the head, an incomprehensible wave rolled, giving rise to strange confused thoughts. Liza suddenly remembered how well she felt every time she had to deal with offenders, each time thinking up "executions" as offensive and painful as possible. In her head began to flash pictures of the massacre of a classmate in the gym locker room, and a thought unfamiliar to her until this point - “try again.” Nobody annoyed her for a long time, and yet ...

- I ... - Valya was confused, her voice showed a clear fuck, - graduation soon. Mom has no money ... and the dress, too. I'm going, the class is empty. I thought no one would notice. Why do we need this repair in grade 11? We will leave school in seven months. And I have never even been to a disco ... - there were no tears in her quiet voice, only fear and doom.

Inside Lisa fought several feelings at once. The desire to severely punish the thief resisted the feeling that Valya did not deserve this next round of unjust life. Her life at school wasn’t so happy, but now a double hell awaited her - at home with her parents and at school with hating classmates. The feeling of brutal justice that her father inspired in her literally screamed that this bundle of bills, which had already moved into Liza’s hands, was not worth half a year of the hopeless life of a cornered girl. But this feeling, and some other, unknown, sitting inside, filled the muscles with a tremor and excitement of power. It was looking for a way out, and some part of Liza had already imagined blood sprinkling from Vali’s nose, if right now, she deservedly slammed her fist into her face, and she would be absolutely right.

There was no way to let Valya go. Then you will not punish her. But talking about stealing the whole class, too. Lisa tucked the stack of bills more tightly into the bag in which they were folded, and with a confident movement she shoved them into a valine bag.

“You’ll come to my house tonight.” From here, - Lisa nodded at the bag, - bring my money, and four more: Olga, Yulia, Katya and Nasty. We will not be your sponsors. Take the rest. But I will punish you. You understood?