Handcuffs

Coach Stiller angrily gestured to two of the leering boys, and growled "Get her up". They stepped either side of the prone nude girl and grabbed her by the arms. The exhaustion of her sexual ecstasy meant that her knees were too weak to support herself, and she couldn't find the strength to cover herself, so she let herself be held upright by the two boys without any protest.

"Since you can't keep your hands to yourself by choice," Coach Stiller barked "We'll have to remove that freedom from you."

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs. He gestured with his finger that the boys were to turn her around.

"Why has a teacher... got handcuffs?" Lauren gasped.

"Shut up." he replied.

Lauren felt her hands being **** together behind her back. With a click and a painful grip she felt the handcuffs being **** onto her wrists. She gave them an experimental tug, but they held firm.

The two boys stepped away from her. She managed to keep her footing, but her whole body felt shaky; whether with anxiety or fatigue she couldn't say. She turned to face the class, every inch of her exposed, her pussy juices still trickling down the inside of her leg.

"Okay, since Lauren can't use her hands," Coach Stiller said to the class "Rope climbing is over for the time being. I think our next activity should be-"