He thinks on his feet

She held him down with surprising strength, her crop top riding up and showing more of the writing across her stomach. Lucas struggled underneath her, heart pounding. The gym had turned into pure chaos around them. The cheerleaders had stopped their routine, standing there topless and confused, chest still heaving from the dancing. Some of them looked at Caroline with wide eyes. The black cheerleader remained bent over nearby, ass out, waiting for her next spanking even in the middle of all this.

“My Lord!” Coach Torres yelled suddenly.

Camila rushed forward from where she had been performing, completely naked, red marks covering her tits and ass. She tried to attack Caroline to protect Lucas. The older teacher looked surprised for a split second at the sight of the naked coach charging at her, but she didn’t freeze. Caroline clutched something in her hand that Lucas hadn’t noticed before. She sprayed it right into Camila’s face as the coach got close.

Camila doubled over instantly, coughing and clutching her eyes in pain. Lucas started coughing too as some of the pepper spray hit the air near him. Caroline turned the spray toward his face, holding it ready.

“EXPLAIN!” she demanded, still pinning him down. “How are you doing this?”

“I.. I didn’t do anything Miss Harding…” Lucas stammered as he struggled to breathe under her weight. His heart hammered in his chest. Caroline’s marked-up body pressed down on him, the words “I must not disobey my professor” visible across her stomach and arms. Her face was inches from his, flushed with rage, the smudged makeup making her look even more unhinged.

“BULLSHIT!” Caroline shouted right in his face. “Is that why there are all these naked women dancing around while you fuck them?”

She lifted her head and looked around the gym, eyes wide with disbelief. The topless cheerleaders had frozen in their positions, their routine interrupted. Jenna stayed bent over nearby, pussy exposed and dripping, looking back at them in confusion. In the background the petite bob-cut girl was still passed out on the floor. Camila crouched nearby, coughing and rubbing her eyes from the pepper spray.

Caroline’s gaze landed on Megan standing a few feet away, kendo stick gripped tightly in a defensive pose.

“Don’t you dare swing that thing at me young lady or else I’ll empty the bottle in your face!” Caroline yelled at her.

Megan hesitated, then backed off slightly, her professional secretary demeanor cracking just a little as she lowered the stick. She kept her eyes on Caroline but didn’t move to attack.

While Caroline was distracted by Megan, Lucas noticed the whistle around his neck had luckily landed near his face when she tackled him. It was brushing against his cheek. Thinking quickly, before the teacher could turn her full attention back to him, Lucas tilted his head up and grabbed the whistle between his teeth.

Caroline felt the movement under her and started to look down. “What are you–”

Lucas blew the whistle as hard as he could. The sharp sound cut through the entire gym.

He didn’t have time to think of anything clever. He needed her to be obedient to him right now, anything to get out of this mess. “CAROLINE YOU’RE JUST MY OBEDIENT BITCH!” he yelled around the whistle.