Somewhere private

Jonathan grabbed her blouse and gave it a sharp tuck. Not enough to break it, he had no rights to do so, but enough that he she had to follow him. She took a few stumbling steps to keep up with him, as he practically dragged her to the corridor. Still not giving her any time to speak, he immediately headed for one of the smaller group study rooms, which doubled as punishment parlors when needed.

Once in, he grabbed her by the shoulders. He paused for a moment, which gave her the chance to finally say something: “Please, you don’t have to do this. Can’t we…” her sentence faded out; she was apparently unwilling to voice the possibility that would save her. But the tone of fear betrayed her, and Jonathan knew he had her right where he wanted. But first, he wanted to improve his bargaining position and earn himself some eye candy while at it.

Still holding her by the shoulders, he moved her against the table in the center of the room and gave her a hard push. She sat down and then fell backwards, her impressive tits giving a pleasant rippling motion as she did. Once she was lying on her back, he took her legs and moved them upwards. “Hold on to your knees”, he ordered, and Anette obeyed.

Jonathan stood back and admired his prey. With a gentle flick, her skirt went up and lay draped over her stomach, offering him a very pleasant view indeed. With her legs held high, her thin black panties clung tightly over her pussy, the lips faintly visible through the thin material.

“Stay,” he ordered, and went to get a cane from the various instruments hanging at the wall. As he walked back, he whipped it through the air a few times, enjoying the look in her eyes at the sound.

“It thought we could… don’t you like me?” she whispered. It was almost ridiculous. She was laying on her back, her heavy tits barely covered by the school uniform. She held her legs up, offering him a view of her barely covered pussy, and a wonderful target area to apply the 30 strokes to the inner thighs she had earned. And still she tried to wiggle her way out of it.

Jonathan smiled. He had her right where he wanted.