Fuck, obviously

Seeing Titgirl standing before you, nervous about getting caught but unable to stop her every move from looking overly sexual, you know what to do:

You stand up in front of her in all your naked glory, your cock hard and hungry for her superhero holes.

"I'll tell you what we're going to do, you slut." You grin.

Titgirl blushes and sucks on her lips. "But... but, we should go... It's not safe."

"Oh, you want to go?" You put on an authoritative tone. "I bet you do. Well too bad, Claire." You remember the holographic porn thing that Alma had turned on. "You... forgot your homework. You have to stay after class and be punished."

Titgirl's eyes go wide and she practically cums right there. You can see how wet her pussy is, and she nervously wiggles her hips trying to hide it. "Please..." She softly whimpers. "We should go... Please..." She's shaking from excitement.

"Please WHAT, Claire? You don't want a spanking, do you?"

"Please SIR. Please sir. Please sirpleasesirpleasesir..." Her breathing is fast and short. "Please spank me sir. I've been so bad!!" She shouts when she finally breaks down. Without another word she turns around, presenting her ass to you and jiggling it.

"You want a spanking? Well that must mean you're a bad girl." You reach forward and put a hand on her bare ass cheek. So smooth and soft, as perfectly formed as her tits (if not as superbly huge).

"YES, I'm BAD. Punish me sir!" She moans, her knees quivering.

You pull your hand back and then bring it down on her ass with a loud smack. It takes a second but you quickly realize that it hurt you more than it hurt her. In fact, she barely felt it.

"Siiiirrrrrr.... Pleeeaaasse..." She begs and moans.

"YOW!" You yelp, holding your palm. Her impenetrable skin in her superhero form apparently makes her... impervious to spankings.

"Sir?" She turns back around, her face bright red and drool falling from her lips. You've never seen someone so horny.

"I'm okay." You laugh. "We just need to find a new way to punish a bad girl like you."

Titgirl whimpers in response, trying to avoid looking at your still-rock-hard cock. Then she smiles and says she has an idea, zipping out of the room with another WHOOSH. She returns a second later holding a box and dumps it out on her floor. "These are Alma's." She explains. "She'll get mad that I took them without inviting her, but..." Titgirl bites her lip. You know she'd love to get caught taking something of Alma's without asking.

The box contains all sorts of different sex toys. Gags and butt plugs and collars and leashes and restraints, even a little whip and a paddle. No dildos or strapons, since those are all over the house anyway, but these must be Alma's favorites.

"Which one, sir?" Titgirl gets on her knees next to the pile of toys.