You can't resist these jugs

Every bit of your rational brain is telling you to end this now, but 100,000 years of evolution cannot be altered by a few dozen years of women's liberation.

Lying on the table just within reach is your father's old drafting ruler and it will be the perfect tool for what you have in mind. When he gave it to you as you headed off to college as a freshman your dad probably didn't think it would ever be used for something like this, but who knows. The antique maple straightedge is 18" long and almost 1/4 of an inch thick and although you've never before considered using in this way, the blade of the straightedge makes the perfect tool to carve her breasts like a pirate's heavy cutlass might cut away the bodice of a captured maiden.

Even though you don't tell her to, Sandra's hands once again grip the edge of the table, her eyes close, and she lets out a needy moan as she feels the polished wood scrape over the rubbery nubs of her nipples.

"Whap!" With a flick of your wrist. the ruler's gentle caress turns into a sharp painful slap right across both her engorged nipples. "Oh Fuck, Stephen!"

"What's the matter, princess?" You growl in the coarse tone of the night guard, "too hard? All you have to do to make me stop is admit you're a horny little slut." You think you are reading this amazing coed correctly, but you want to make sure Sandra has a way to stop this if it becomes too much.

"Never!" Sandra confirms what you suspected from the instant you heard her in your bathroom. "You can beat me raw, Mister. I'll never give you what you want!" Instead of slapping her tits again, you tease her nipples with the tip of the ruler watching her bite her lip as her body responds to the unexpected sensation. You deepen your tone again as you chuckle crudely, like Rae's tormentor might.

"I love the way you proud little virgins think you're better than other whores..." You are a little worried at how easy it is to role play this evil NPC. "If I still had my cock I'd have it so deep up your cherry twat that you'd be begging me to fill you up."

"No ... Oh please, Saint Cuthbert, I need you now more th- Aaiigh!" The Lawful Good Cleric's impromptu prayer is cut short by another cruel whack with the ruler. This time to sooth the pain of the blows, you use your hands instead of the straightedge to caress her flushed skin gently. To be honest you can't believe you were able to keep from touching her for this long, but now that you feel her creamy flesh, you don't know if you'll ever be able to pull away. Luckily, it seems like Sandra (or is it her cleric?) has had enough.

"Oh Lord forgive me ... I'll say it ... I'll say anything you want!" Her hands finally release the table and clamp tightly onto yours, pressing your palms even harder on her breasts. "Please, Mister ... anything ... I'll do anything!" It seems that Sandra, like her Lawful Good character has a weakness for the mixture of pleasure and pain. At this point it really feels like you can do whatever you want with her quivering body. However, as aroused as you are, you still have enough where-with-all to think this out.

Clearly, someone as naïve and sheltered as this conservative Jewish girl doesn't have any concept of what a man might do if a woman offers to do anything for him.