Concheta and Taylor's unique toutoring session

When you peer through the door you are shocked to see Taylor kneeling at the foot of the bed in front of Concheta, who is sitting at its edge with a handful of her long blond hair forcing her to look up at the younger girl.

“Please Connie,” Taylor is pleads with a look of fear in her eyes, “I’ve been good, it was just…. ”. Her lips tremble but she makes no move to break free of the younger girls grasp as Concheat shushes her by placing a finger on her lips. Her breathing is rapid causing her chest to heave and her face to flush.

Concheta looks down at her with a predatory smile and traces those trembling lips with her finger. “I know Taylor you had been such a good girl all summer, but ever since school started you’ve been slipping. You might be little Miss teacher to most of the school but as far as me and the rest of the soccer team are concerned what are you?”

A single tear runs down her cheek as Taylor’s eyes drop to the floor and she whispers something you can’t hear.

Apparently Concheta didn’t catch it either as she tugs on her hair causing Taylor’s head to tilt further back and draws her eyes back to Concheta’a face. “What was that? Speak up my little niña.”

Blushing until her pretty face is the same color as her glossy pink lipstick Taylor responds, “I’m your little forfeit slut, the soccer teams little blond fuck toy.” As she says this her knees, that until this point had been touching, begin to slowly spread apart causing her already short skirt to slide up her thighs until you think you can make out the crotch of her panties. When she finishes licks her lips as her eyes search Concheta’s face and you notice that at some point as she answered Concheta the look of fear on her face had been replaced with one of nervousness mixed with anticipation.

“Hmmm, you know what to say but do you really understand just what that means. I thought you did but lately you seem to be forgetting your place an awful lot. Do you know what would happen to you if I went to the disciplinary committee and told them you weren’t doing as you’re told?” Concheta chuckles as she lets go of Taylor’s hair an runs her hands across her shoulders until she reaches the straps of her tank top and slowly eases them down her arms, pulling the top down around her waist exposing her bare breasts that bounce slightly as the are freed of the clinging lace. “After all you’re already on permanent forfeit status. If I told them that you weren’t living up to those terms they’d toss you out on that pretty little ass of yours, or worse.”

You stand there too stunned to do anything but watch. The revelation that Taylor has become a **** to the soccer team is incredible enough but the implication that the schools disciplinary committee is not only aware of it, but that they apparently enforcing it by threatening to terminate her if she refuses to go along with it leave your head spinning. Would they seriously condone what was happening here? It’s apparent that the soccer team has been having Taylor do more than cook for them if what you are seeing is any indication.

Suddenly you remember the events of earlier that afternoon. Taylor answering her door in a pair of obscenely small sorts and that tight t-shirt, which come to think of it was so tight that it had been clear she hadn’t been wearing a bra then either. Just what had she and Connie been doing then? And Connie had been expecting that Hayley girl to join them!! Could Taylor really be the whole teams “little blond fuck toy”, as she put it.?

Your train of thought is broken as Connie begins to give Taylor orders.

“Now since you’ve been bad I think it’s time for your punishment.” She giggles running her hands down to Taylor’s perky breasts. Her dark olive complexion contrasting Taylor’s smooth alabaster skin and light pink nipples. “Tell me Taylor, what sort of punishment do you think you deserve, hmm?’ She teases as she lightly pinches Taylor’s nipples electing a gasp from the blond.

“Please Connie, we need to shut the door if Jane, wakes up…”

Taylor’s plea is cut short as Concheta pulls on her nipples and draws her in closer. “Then I suggest that you do as you’re told and try to stay quiet. Now get up, I think that it’s about time you got another spanking.” She then leans in and roughly kisses her and pinches her nipples harder before shoving her back.

Taylor looses her balance and falls on her ass and uses her elbows to break her fall. She is left sprawled on the floor as her skirt has ridden up around her waist to expose a purple lace thong to match her tank top that is now bunched around her waist. She looks up at Concheta with a look of fear and desire in her eyes and makes no move to cover herself or close her legs. Instead she stays that way for a minuet and lets Concheta drink in the sight before her. For her part Concheta eyes Taylor hungrily and licks her lips before snapping her fingers and pointing to her lap.

Taylor then slowly gets on her hands and knees, making no move to pull down her skirt, and crawls over to the younger girl and bends over her knees. She then places her hands on the floor in front of her.

From the doorway you are looking directly at Taylor’s exposed ass. You can make out a small tattoo in the shape of a cats paw with a soccer ball in the center on her left cheek. Concheta traces this with one fingernail as she admires Taylor’s smooth round ass. You find yourself incredibly aroused by all this. Taylor has such a beautiful body. You had always been able to tell when a girl was pretty but until recently it was always more of a comparative thing, lately you realize that your body had begun reacting to them. Even then you tried to pass it off as being out of sorts because of your recent break up and the fact that there were no men on campus. The sight before you holds you mesmerized and you are vaguely aware of your nipples hardening and your pussy beginning to tingle.

“You know Taylor,” Concheta muses, “since you’ve been so bad I don’t think you deserve even the minimal protection or dignity of this thong.” With that she slides the straps of the thong down Taylor’s hips and down her legs making her step out of them while never leaving her lap. “As a matter of fact…” Concheta then grabs Taylor’s arms and pins them behind her back and roughly uses Taylor’s panties to tie her wrists together, “You don’t even deserve to brace your self. If you fall off you’ll just have to get up and start all over.”

With that Concheta begins spank her. While you can hear the sharp crack of Connie’s palm against Taylor ass the younger girl does not appear to be trying to inflict any serious harm on your prone friend. Instead she looks to be punishing her like a mother would a disobedient child. Taylor’s ass slowly begins to turn a light shade of pink as an occasional whimper escapes her lips with each smack.

Once both cheeks are a uniform shade of pink Connie begins to alternate rubbing them between swats. “My poor pretty little coach. You know I don’t like to have to punish you”. Connie coos while stroking Taylor’s ass. “I’d much rather make you feel good.” With that she slides a finger between Taylor’s legs and into her pussy causing the prone blond to moan and wiggle in her lap. You can see her pussy is wet even from your hiding place so you know that she must be very aroused. Connie then gathers some of her juices and spreads them across Taylor’s ass before bringing her hand down a little harder than before causing Taylor to yelp in pain and surprise. “But ever since you started hanging out with that Miss. Doe you’ve been very difficult. Now why is that?”

“Please Connie this doesn’t have anything to do with her.”

Connie’s hand reaches out lightning quick and grabs Taylor by the hair and pulls her up. “Don’t lie to me Taylor!” she hisses. “I see what’s going on. You hang out with her any chance you get. The two of you always have lunch together you like her don’t you?”