Buttocks

Hearing the words of the girl he hated the most, combined with the pressure Sam's ass exerted on his cock, created a feeling in Ted that was very difficult to describe. All the resentment he'd accumulated over years of **** was mixing with his dark carnal desires, both feeding off each other and gaining more and more strength.

He had to admit that the conceited president was absolutely right; **** was what he most desired at that moment, leaving no doubt as to who was the alpha there. A devilish smile spread across his face, one that Sam saw, having a feeling of what was coming.

"Yeah... I'll do it. First, I'll teach you some manners, stupid! Get on your fours, bitch!" he roared, feeling like the lord and master of the place.

A sentence of that magnitude directed at the president would have earned him instant expulsion from the university just a day ago. Instead, Sam gave him a knowing smile and, as if waiting for such an order, got into that position in less than a second.

The fat man could see, in all its splendor, that succulent form he could barely see through her clothes, and with all the malice in the world, he did it.

SPLAM!

“AHHHHHHH”

Without warning, he gave her a good spanking that made her flesh bounce and turn red.

“THAT WAS FOR ALL YOUR DAMN THREATS”

Despite the hard blow, Sam remained in that position, and Ted wasn't going to be satisfied with just one spank.

SPLAM!

“AHHHHHHH”

“THIS IS FOR ALWAYS BEING SO ARROGANT”

SPLAM!

“AYYYYYYYYY”

“FOR DISGUSTING ME”

SPLAM!

“AAAAYYYYYY”

“FOR BEING A HYPOCRITE”

For the next half hour, the fat man spanked her, unleashing all his pent-up hatred on the poor young woman. At first, Samantha managed to withstand the blows, but the sheer number of them exceeded her pain threshold, causing uncontrollable screams of pain.

SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM!

“AYYY... AYYY... AYYYY... NO... AYYY... ENOUGH, ENOUGH... OOHH... AHH... AYY... AYYYY... I CAN'T TAKE IT... AAAAYYYYYYY... AYYY... IT'S TOO MUCH... AAYYYY... AYYYY... I BEG YOU.”

But Ted didn't hold back for a second; in fact, his complaints and screams were an incentive; he wanted to make her suffer for everything he did to her.

SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM!

“NO... AYYYYY... AYYYYY... NOOOOOOO... AHHHHHH... AYYYY... IT HURTS SO MUCH... AHHHHHH... OOOHHH... MY ASS... AHHH... IT'S BURNING... AYYYY... AYYY... MY ASS IS BURNING.”

Sam completely lost all strength in his arms and, giving in to the intense pain, collapsed on the floor of his own room. With that, Ted finally stopped his brutal punishment of the girl. He stood there for a moment, contemplating his work.

She was devastated, her face covered in tears on the floor, breathing heavily, and her slightly raised posterior, so red it looked like a giant tomato.

It was pretty certain that she wouldn't be able to sit down properly for at least a week, but for the fat pervert, there was no better sight than that: a true example of how low a girl can sink when she becomes a… well, something undesirable.

“Tell me, darling. How are you?” Ted asked sarcastically.

With great difficulty, Sam turned her face, distorted by pain, toward him.

“Agrrr...ggrrrr...oh...my posterior...ow...ow...ow...I've never...mhh...hurt so much...ahh...you're...you're a...you were very rude.”

“And this is only the beginning of your new life as my ****, HOT BITCH PRESIDENT.”

“Mmmh...aggrr...no...no...ahh...ayy...ayy...don't...call me that,” she complained, perhaps the last trace of pride and rebellion within her.

That greatly annoyed Ted, who didn't want any kind of disobedience.

“No? I'm going to call you whatever I want, HOT BITCH PRESIDENT.”

"Grr...arr...no...no...."

SPLAM!

"AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

Another spank made Sam squeal, demonstrating how delicate his rear end was.

"Just so you get used to it, HOT BICH PRESIDENT! I'm in charge here!"

SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM!

"AAAYYYYYYY.....AAYYYYYYYYY...ENOUGH...ENOUGH....AYYYYYYYYY"

"WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"

SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM!

"AAAHHHHHHHH....AYYYYY....PRESIDENT.....AYYYYYY.... HOT BICH PRESIDENT"

"LOUDER, BITCH!"

SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM SPLAM!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY..... HOT BICH PRESIDENT.....AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY....I AM....AHHHHH...I AM....THE HOT BICH PRESIDENT"

A large puddle had formed from her tears, but incredibly, her pussy was also dripping, proving that deep down, she liked it.

"And what did she call me?" asked the fat guy.

"mmh....arrrr....arrrggg....Ted....."

"Wrong!"

SPLAM SPLAM!

"Deep down, you know the stupid answer. Just tell me... What did he call me?"

Sam's eyes darted around, thinking hard in search of the right answer, until he found it.

“MASTER... YOU... YOU ARE MY MASTER!”