She's too much for you, back down.

Taylor should be begging for mercy, but instead she's looking at you like she's already won. Her dark eyes bore into your head. Her chest heaves angrily, which draws your eyes down to her incredible bust, then to her figure in general. That works you up, making the boner in your pants painfully distracting. Worse, it reminds you that you're nowhere near in her class. As your eyes roam over her tiny waist, her broad hips, and her perfectly tone legs, you realize it would be against the natural order for you to demand anything from someone on Taylor's level.

Sure, you've got the power to make her do what you want, but the stare from this super sexy girl tells you that you don't have the right.

"You've got five seconds," she says with a snarl. "I'll give you five seconds to apologize before I tell the football team to use you as their new blocking dummy." She inhales deeply, swelling her chest so magnificently that your cock almost sprains itself. "Five! Four!"

"Okay!" you yell in a panicked tone. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have threatened you!"

The luscious brunette examines some non-existent dirt under her perfectly manicured fingernails. "Is that groveling? It doesn't look like groveling."

You jump out of the desk chair and fall to your knees in front of the head cheerleader. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I was never actually going to do it! I just wanted a shot with you! But I didn't deserve it and I never should have tried. I'm so sorry!"

Taylor stares down at you and laughs. "Nice tent!"

You look down. You cock is trying to burst through your pants.

Taylor walks around the coach's desk and sits down in the chair you just left. "The begging is a nice start, but you need to be punished."