Mrs. H puts Ann in her place

"You mother fucker!" Ann screams.

She then runs and starts to punch at Ms. H.

Ms. H dodges the punches easily.

"Too slow."

She then grabs Ann's fist and start to squeeze.

Ann groans in pain as she starts to fall to her knees.

Ms. H then head butts Ann in the head, sending the goth against the desk.

"That's what you call fighting girl? That's how you fight me? Someone who is clearly better at fighting then you? You don't deserve to wear that belt around your waist. You belong in the whorehouse with the rest of the sluts!"

"Fuck..."

Ms. H puts her hand on Ann's mouth, "Uh, uh, no cursing."

She then uses her ruler to push up the green, platted, skirt that Ann is wearing, to show her wearing no underwear.

"Now we are getting some where. Remember what I said when we first met about wearing underwear?"

Ms. H slaps her ruler against Ann's pussy lips.

Ann screams in pain.

"They...slap...take...slap...too...slap...much...slap...time...to...slap slap...take...slap..off...slap...giving...slap..your opponent...slap...time..to...recover..."slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Ms. H starts to pound Ann's pussy with the ruler in quick succession making Ann cry in pain each time with tears in her eyes.

Ms. H stops and leans in and smells Ann's red and swollen pussy.

"You're wet. Turned on by this I see."

Ms. H let Ann go and walks to her desk, "Pathetic."

Ann slips to the ground, her pussy in is sore and very much wet while Ms. H pushes the tv away and sits on her desk with her legs cross while slapping her ruler against the palm of her hand, "Now get in your seat and we can being your lessons."