Horner wants Amy worked up a little more

The janitor scratched his chin stubble. “I think Amy needs a little more preparation before we get started with her training.”

“Oh, absolutely!” said Sheila. “Slut, strip!”

Amy eagerly pulled her cheerleader costume off. She was scared of the treatment she was about to get, but incredibly turned on.

Sheila cracked her riding crop. “Stand behind the couch, cunt!” Amy walked behind the couch where Horner was sitting while Sheila followed her. “I never could stand you in high school. Yeah, you were a hot piece of ass and I liked fingering myself while thinking about you, but only because I liked to imagine you crying as I sat on your face. Now bend over, bitch!”

Amy bent forward over the back of the couch. Her stomach laid on the backboard while her chest and head hung out over the seat. Mr. Horner casually reached out and caressed one of the huge breasts hanging down next to him.

“Listen carefully,” said Sheila. “I'm about to punish you for being an arrogant snot who thought she was just as hot as me. Every time I give you your punishment, I want you to think about how little you're worth. Understand, slut?”

“Yes Mistress,” said Amy breathlessly, hot with anticipation.

As Sheila reared back with the riding crop, Horner wished that each stroke would make Amy “remember” a recurring dream that she'd suppressed.

Sheila hit the blonde girl's ass hard, causing Amy to remember a dream of eating Sheila's pussy for hours. The second hit made her think of a dream of jerking off a thousand gorgeous janitors in an infinite broom closet. The third hit made her think of brushing Sheila's gorgeous brown hair while fingering her own pussy. The next strike make her think of a dream of being tied up while Mr. Horner fucked her and she begged him to do it harder.

The **** went on for several minutes. Each stroke gave Amy new memories of erotic dreams. By the time Sheila stopped, Amy was convinced she'd always been an incredibly perverted, submissive slut.

When Sheila was done, she walked around to the front of the couch. Amy looked worn out, but still smiled contentedly.

“Very good,” said Sheila. “I think she's a lot more open to training now.”