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With things as they are now, refusing to take Miss Locke's hint will only make things worse...reluctantly, you get down on all fours and press your lips briefly against each of Miss Locke's stocking-ed feet.

You hope that'll be enough to satisfy her, but you hear Miss Locke hum in dissatisfaction as you climb to your feet.

"I'm not feeling the gratitude yet...perverted little boys like you should be much more enthusiastic when you're kissing the feet of someone who did you a favor...I'll let you try again later, but first I need to punish you for that disappointing performance."

Despite her strict words, Miss Locke is still smiling widely as she pats her lap 'invitingly'. "Drop your pants, boy. Then drape yourself over my lap so I can spank that rebelliousness out of you."

You swallow nervously as you remember the harsh spanking you escaped from yesterday...on top of that, you recall that Officer Meadow scrawled her phone number across one of your ass cheeks in permanent marker and you haven't managed to scrub it off yet. You have no idea how you'd explain that to Miss Locke...