11. She melts before you.

“I don’t beg you,” you continue, “you beg me.”

Imogen is quiet for a moment. “I beg?”

“Yes. You beg.”

“Please…” her words are halting, she’s clearly not used to someone else being in charge. “Mr. Turner, can I have an extra credit arrangement?”

“Not good enough. How will you earn it?”

“I’ll let you fuck my little pussy.”

You can hear her trying to regain control over the situation. “This is for your grade Miss Howard. You aren’t letting me do anything. We’re deciding together what you will do.”

She gulps, “Please Mr. Turner, fuck my little pussy.”

“Go on.”

“Please fuck my little pussy whenever you want. I want to earn my extra credit, Mr. Turner.”

She pauses. You remain silent waiting for her to fill in more.

“And my ass.” She wiggles her butt again, “please fuck my ass too Mr. Turner. In fact all my holes are yours to use so I can earn my way.”

She pauses again and you make the same play.

You hear some desperation creep into her voice. “Please, Mr Turner? All my holes are yours to fuck… to fuck hard… and–and I deserve to be punished for assuming I would just get extra credit. I was wrong to try to control how I earned it. Please… please punish me too.”

Now that you can work with.