Lorelei succeeds, unfortunately for Johanna

Johanna throws back her head and moans with lust, her voluptuous buttocks quivering with need and the strain of controlling her imminent pleasure, while Lorelei continues to assail her sopping cleft with **** licking and sucking.

"Oh-o-o-o-ohhhh…ye—ye—ye, no! No! Oh—aahh-aaahhhhh-NYAAAA-UUUUGHHHH!"

"Stop," you speak without urgency, but Lorelei complies instantly, her tongue disappearing back within her mouth, just as her tute-partner begins to writhe in the helpless throes of a **** climax—a climax that, due to the sudden cessation of stimulation and the Asian fresher's continuing efforts to suppress it, turns out to be comprehensively ruined and entirely unsatisfying. It takes a few moments for her to stop the rhythmic rocking of her hips and open her eyes, panting with exertion. She stares at you for a second, blinking away the tears that express her frustration and disappointment, then apologises profusely for her failure and apprehensively requests permission to begin her appointment with the nettles.

This turns out to be easier said than done, as she has to crawl carefully to the edge of the table and then gingerly lower her still-throbbing cheeks onto the unyielding surface, before arranging herself painfully into the right position to start. Her friend, by contrast, rolls over onto her belly, rises onto her knees and backs off the table without subjecting her buttocks to any additional pressure.

Johanna reaches out to pick up the first of the remaining nettles and jerks her hand back with a yelp, momentarily looking for evidence of the sting her fingers just received before returning to her tortuous task. This time, it's Lorelei's turn to kneel between her companion's open thighs, auburn hair plastered to her face with vaginal secretions, while she helps the shorter girl **** her genitals with the remaining strands of stinging nettles. The redhead's long, slim fingers end in neatly manicured little glossy scarlet nails tapering to a rounded point, which have some difficulty spreading the slippery nether lips to allow the excruciating trichomes to do their work, made all the more intense by the additional sensitivity caused by the recent ruined orgasm.

The Asian nineteen year old's squeals and whimpers are as pleasing to hear as the trembling of her thighs is to watch, but the tutorial will be ending soon and you can't just stand around all day enjoying the view.

"Johanna, when you've finished, could you help Lorelei put on some sun screen while I write up your placard?"

"Aaagh, yes, aah, Professor, ah-ah-ah-as soon as I can."

"And perhaps I could do the same for her, because she burns almost as quickly as I do?" adds Lorelei.

"Good idea."

It only takes a moment to fill out the placard, but some time longer for Johanna to complete her onerous task, with increasingly intense reactions to the building irritation in between her legs.

"Don't forget the entrance to your urethra," Lorelei supplies helpfully. "I found it especially effective there."

From Johanna's wails and fresh tears, it's clear that she too is finding that particular spot remarkably effective and you are treated to the sight of a young woman positively vibrating with anguish.

All too soon, the nettles are finished and she clambers awkwardly down from the table onto her feet. You sit back to watch the two naked beauties taking turns to rub sun screen into each other's skin, with much gasping and yelping to attest to how sore a lot of that skin currently is. Yesterday, this would have been a performance that would have filled your imagination for months, but amazingly it's actually one of the less exciting experiences of the afternoon! As you look on, you think there's something not quite right and ponder whether to add another restriction to the punishment.