He paddles her

Riley's cheeks burn with shame as she reluctantly answers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm a whore."

Headmaster Alexander smirks, relishing in his control over her. His hand raises, the paddle glinting maliciously in the dim light of the room. He brings it down with a resounding crack against Riley's exposed flesh, leaving a fiery sting in its wake.

"Louder, Riley," he commands, his tone filled with dominance. "Tell me what you are."

She grits her teeth, the pain mingling with a mix of humiliation and defiance. "I'm a whore," she says louder this time, feeling the weight of those words settle heavily upon her.

The paddle comes down again and again, each strike fueling a mixture of pain and arousal within Riley. The heat between her thighs begins to grow undeniable,

but she pushes the sensations aside, determined to not give Headmaster Alexander the satisfaction of witnessing her vulnerability.

As the paddle connects with her flesh once more, a low groan escapes Riley's lips. She can't help but feel a surge of shame and confusion. How could her body betray her like this? How could it respond to such degradation? But even in the midst of the pain and disgrace, she clings onto her resilience, refusing to let him break her spirit.

Headmaster Alexander takes notice of the wetness between Riley's legs, his smirk growing wider. He relishes in the power he holds over her, using every opportunity to assert his dominance. Leaning in closer, he whispers into her ear, his voice dripping with malicious intent.

"Look at you, Riley," he taunts, his breath hot against her skin. "You can't hide your true desires. You're nothing more than a filthy slut."

Her pride crumbles under his cruel words, she says, "Yes, I know I am a whore, a slut." He pets her on the head and says, "Of course you are that was never in doubt now strip out of those clothes.

Riley's heart races as she processes his command. The air hangs heavy with anticipation, as she realizes that complying further would only deepen her descent into a world of submission and degradation. With trembling hands, she starts to unbutton her blouse, each click of the buttons echoing in the quiet room.

Headmaster Alexander watches her every move, his eyes devouring her exposed skin inch by inch. The vulnerability in her gaze only fuels his sadistic desire, knowing that he holds complete control over her. As Riley lets the blouse slip from her shoulders and fall to the ground, she stands before him in nothing but a lacy bra and skirt.

"Very good," he murmurs, his tone filled with satisfaction. "Now the skirt."

Riley's fingers fumble slightly as she reaches for the zipper at the side of her skirt. It glides down effortlessly, allowing the fabric to pool at her feet. She steps out of it gracefully, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity despite the undressing. Standing before Headmaster Alexander, she feels exposed, ****, and at his mercy. He takes a moment to savor the sight of her, his eyes tracing every curve and contour of her body.

His voice breaks the silence, dripping with command. "Now, the bra."

A shiver runs down Riley's spine as she unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the floor. Her breasts, full and round, are now on display for his hungry gaze. Her nipples harden as the cool air brushes against them, a mixture of fear and forbidden desire coursing through her veins.

Headmaster Alexander's gaze intensifies as he takes in the sight before him. His eyes glimmer with a predatory hunger that sends a thrilling jolt through Riley's core. Slowly, deliberately, he steps closer until he is mere inches away from her, his presence overwhelming.