Even More

She doesn't stop hitting me just because my eyes are watering, though. I can feel blood rushing to my asscheeks, making them even more sensitive. I try to stay the course, but the pain builds up to the point that my legs buckle and I start writhing under her blows, trying to at least keep her from hitting the same spot several times in a row. I start crying and whimpering with the pain, but it doesn't stop her.

Finally she does stop, but she stays behind me for a few more seconds. I squirm my butt back and forth dreading another round of beatings, but they don't come. Walking around to the side of her desk, she yanks her panties out of my mouth.

"Are you ready to take orders or are you too concerned with your own problems, slutboy? Well? Will you do as your told?"

I nod and manage to **** out a "Yes."

She has me stand up, then she smacks me across the side of my face with her ruler. "That's not what I want to hear, boychick. Will you do as your told?"

"Y, yes," whimper. She smacks me across the other side of my face.

I'm broken. Right now, she could tell me to do anything for her and I would, just to appease her.

I need to think. What does she want me to say? She seems to be speaking in slow motion as she asks again, "Will you do as your told?"

Then I figure it out. Gathering all my strength I manage to **** out, "S-si, M-Ma-Maestra."

She doesn't hit me again. I stay hunched over her desk crying for a small eternity. Slowly, I notice that she's petting my hair. Abruptly she pulls away. "Okay, get dressed and go away. I'll see you tomorrow."

I'm not able to answer her before she leaves the room.

Disappointed but relieved, I get dressed, still crying. I manage to compose myself before leaving the classroom.

The next day my ass is still sore. Maria has me stay after class again.