Anette, busty blonde

Jonathan locked eyes with the girl who had scored worst in the test. His unfortunate classmate was Anette, which pleased him no end.

Anette was easily among the prettiest girls in class. She was just below average height and had a very pretty face. But if he had to be honest, her most impressive assets were further down; her large tits, which nearly threatened to burst through her uniform. It was a cliché as old as college itself, but that did not make them any more mouthwatering. Every boy in class fantasized about getting his hands on her melons, and Anette knew it. She wore her shirt tight, tighter than necessary, and often unbuttoned the top buttons to display her cleavage. She obviously lived by the words “if you got ‘em, flaunt ‘em”.

For ending worst in math, she had earned herself 30 strokes to her inner thighs. Jonathan hoped his display on Brenda last week, coupled with the sensitive target area, could convince her to exchange that punishment for something far more pleasurable for him, and less painful for her.

As he got nearer to Anette, it seemed to dawn on her whom she was assigned to. Her eyes darted back to the computer, searching for some kind of mistake, but she had no suck luck. As she was still seated, Jonathan towered over her, offering him a nice view down her blouse. She was wearing regulation uniform, but just barely, and from his angle her mouthwatering tits peeked out from her standard issue bra.

It was obvious that he was staring, and usually Anette would enjoy such attention, playing coy. However, this was no time for flirting, and Jonathan **** his voice to be as stern as possible as he ordered “get up. Follow me.”

Anette got up. If he took her outside, he could try to exchange some hard hits for soft tits. However, he could also pass on the possibility for pleasure, and use this opportunity to build his reputation even further.