Fatty Bumbum! What’s her name? Fatty Bumbum!!!

The whole class shouted gleefully much to Fatimah’s disgust. Everything seems to always go against her. She had got the whole assignment wrong, only she got it wrong out of a class of 41 students and the teacher employed her mates in making jest of her, which is an irrevocable bottom barrel behaviour.

He probably thinks making jest of her would let her get it the next time.


Dumb, Dumb, Mr Folabi, Fatimah no longer cared about the jeers, she just wanted both teachers and students to get over with it so she could sit and continue with her snacks that were under her desk.

Fatimah had no seat partner so, no one would rat her out. She’ll just sit down and enjoy her snacks. Olodo! come and take your note! Mr Folabi called out. She rushed out and stumbled into the desk, her massive weight toppling it over and spilling the contents.


(A plate of w*nke, 2 pieces of meat, 1 fish, spaghetti), egg rolls, puff puff, La Casera and chocolates rented spaces on the floor. The whole class was stunned, the only question on everybody’s mind was,

“Was Fatimah really going to finish all these alone?” Looking at the culprit, it seemed really possible that she was well capable of finishing every bit of what was on the floor.

Fatimah dragged her heavy body up, she was surely in soup now, first, she just got zero out of ten assignment questions and now she had revealed her stash of half-eaten food and snacks to the whole class and Mr Folabi, that Mr Folabi that hates her so much.

Come out here! He roared confirming her fears, lie on that table. Fatimah willingly did as asked, she and this Table were close, she had laid on it severally to be lashed. Mr Folabi called on two boys to help him pin her down the table. Her hands stretched over her head was held down, and legs were held together and pinned on the tables, her lips kissed it and her boobs were squashed into it.

No escape for her as Mr Folabi targeted her big as s with his cane. She struggled with each landing of the whip ask her skirt kept leaping up revealing her blue cotton panties which threw the whole class into another roar of laughter. They let her go after she had taken 12 lashes of the cane.

She limped and cried quietly on her way back to her seat where she packed her junk and returned them to her desk.

Fatimah was a fair-complexioned girl, she was not too fat, just a bit too plumpy with well-rounded melon-sized boobs that were well too big for her age, her as s was a magnificent one, it jiggled with every step she took no matter how slight.

Having all these bodily endowments at a young age, Fatimah lacked intelligence and the only thing nice on her face was her dimples that grabbed every opportunity to show themselves off. The name Fatty Bumbum as she was mostly called by her friends was not because she was fat, it actually was a combo of the name her mother called her when she visited the school.

Her mother calls her “Fati” and one valentine period when the whole class was picking partners they would swap gifts with for Valentine and only