Teach her her place

You rip her panties from her feet, the thin, flimsy protection coming apart in your hands. Your member stands at attention, saluting this priceless pure pussy in front of you. You stuff it into her mouth. You grunt, "Slaves aren't supposed to talk." You stuff it into her mouth. Moving quickly, you rip off the rest of her clothes, literally splitting anything that obstructed your view of her body. You hands roam down her body. Your cock pokes against her plump ass. It's not small, but it's smallish, but you like it that way, it's perky and grabbable rather than some mushy mess. You apologize, "I can't have you screaming during your first lesson."

You pick her up and she looks at you with her large doe eyes, her legs flailing a bit in the air. She's exposed towards you. You growl, "Ice queen, it's time someone taught you what it meant to be a good slut." You aren't sure, but you'd swear she squirted a bit against your arm when you said that. You lay her on your lap, letting her pussy hang just above your covered rod. You can feel her rubbing against it. You pull her by her golden hair to look into your eyes. You tsk. Naughty sluts, so much latent sexuality. She wriggles against you. You ask her, "Well I've reconsidered, I can give you a choice. Do you want to count off the spankings or keep the gag in your mouth. Nodding means you think you can take it like a good slut." You hope she'll count so when she moans you can remind her of her inner sluttiness.