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CRACK!!
CRACK!!
CRACK!!
CRACK!!!

Miss H was in her special classroom. It was part of her house she made look like a classroom. It had a bed in it and hot tub, shackles on the wall, wrestle mat, but it still look a classroom. It had chairs, blackboard, math problem posters, the whole deal

She had a male student over the table. His ass was bruise and his arms tied to the table, stretch out. Miss H held a caning stick in her hand cracking him across the ass. The boy had been caught cheating on a test about female power.

She was punishing him but she was mostly frustrated that she submitted to Tara. Whipping students had always relieve her frustration and made her dripping wet

She felt it hurt her rep. Her students didn’t jump to attention as quickly. A parent even had a nerve to question why is their son going home with a bruise ass, and dress as a woman.

She later had said Parents bent over a table, but they would never had dared question her before. This was hurting both her rep as an educator and teacher.

She contemplated what to do as she took the student from behind with her strapon

“Hmmm maybe I take my frustration on some Jobber, or maybe final bring my sometimes helper Chichi to her knees, that would be good for my Rep. It has to be something big. Maybe I should challenge Tara to an IRON WOMAN match, finnaly crush her there.”

“Please have mercy..teac..

“Shut up you I am talking Hmmm. I could team with one of my Tag partners. Chichi or Boss Bitch. I could take the tag title from those inbred low lives the Dixie bitches” Miss H said

She then smiled

As she decided what to do