Jake: The bitch's bitch

You slip an idea for a final punishment into the teacher's head.

"You see class," says Mr. Barstow, "Jake's problem is that he's trying to be dominant in the relationship. However, that's not his natural personality. People sense that the behavior is a bad fit and don't react to it well. What he really needs is a girlfriend who will teach him to be submissive, like he really wants to be. Any volunteers?"

You glance around the room. In the corner you find Sally Tipton smiling at the show. Sally is a bitch, but in the best possible way. She has a really acidic tongue which she only uses on jerks who deserve it. She never backs down and she always gets respect. Plus, she's an extremely cute brunette.

With a little prompting from you, Sally raises her hand and says, "I guess I could use a project."

"Thank you Sally, come up here and I'll give you a few things to help." Mr. Barstow opens his desk drawer and pulls out a collar and a very large wooden paddle.

"Are you nuts?!" yells Jake. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Mr. Valden!" The teacher stares down the jock an evil stare. "Do I have to remind you that disobeying your teacher will get you suspended? Football career ending suspension?"

Jake gulps. Muffled laughter escapes all around the classroom as Jake looks downward. "Sorry, sir."

"Very good. Now, Miss Tipton, take these things and discipline Jake. He's your responsibility now."

"You got it, boss." Sally snaps the dog collar around Jake's neck and jerks downward. The jock doesn't respond at first, but a growl from Mr. Barstow makes him get on his knees. Sally takes the paddle from the teacher, but it's very heavy and throws her off balance. You make Sally strong, stronger than Jake, even. With a smile she flips the paddle end over end, snatches it out of the air, and slams it into Jake's ass.

WHAM!

"Yeeeaaaa!" Jake's face fills with anger. You add something extra: the more Sally disciplines him, the more he'll love it.

"All right, loverboy, that was for being such a schmuck in general," says Sally. "Now I'm gonna break you of being so dickish to the cheerleader here. Jake, I want you to look at the hottest girl in the room."

Jake turns to Liza.

WHAM!

"Ooooh, bad choice, Jakey-boy. Let's try this again. Look at the hottest girl in the room."

Jake defiantly looks at the floor.

WHAM! Jake actually lunges forward at the blow from the unusually strong girl. He looks much more unsure of himself now.

"At least you didn't bother the poor girl." says Sally. "You were still too stupid to get the right answer, though. So once more, I want you to look at the hottest girl in the room."

Jake continues looking at the floor, but he's shaking and obviously torn. As Sally's arm rises for another blow, he whips his head back to look at her.

"Hey look, Mr. Barstow, he got the answer right!"

"Yes he did, Sally. All it took was a little conditioning."

"Yeah." Sally looks conflicted. "But he did hesitate."

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

"Come on, asshole, let's go back to our seats." Sally tugs on Jake's collar and he follows her like a lovesick puppy.

The psychology teacher thanks Sally and sends Liza back to her seat. For the rest of the class you watch Jake. His lovesick glances are going to Sally, now.

When the bell rings you watch Liza leave. She looks so hot now, with her big tits, flirty body language, and skimpy cheerleader uniform. Then you notice Sally leading Jake out by his leash. Her assertive attitude has always been pretty sexy, too.