She makes an offer

"Perhaps there is there another way a man like you might punish a teasing school girl?" Gabrielle asks softly as steps closer to you, her hand reaching out to stroke your prick through the fabric of your pants. "I would do anything so you will not spank my derriere." Your bulge swells and you hear the pretty French girl coo in pleasure as she traces the outline of the hard lump. "Oh M'sieur! C'est tres grande!" She looks up at you with wide-eyes. "Do you understand my words M'sieur Watts, so big for a petite girl like poor Gabrielle." She continues to stroke you through the material as her lips pucker in a pretend kiss.

"I hope you know what you are doing, Miss Duplessis." You cover her small hand with your much larger one and press her palm hard against your throbbing meat, banishing all thoughts of how wrong this is.

"It does not matter what I know, M'sieur, non?" Gabrielle breathes softly "You are punishing me for my wicked teasing, you can do what you like."

You pull her to your mouth and kiss her pink lips. She tastes delicious, and as you explore her mouth you release her hand and start working the buttons on her blouse free. Gabrielle is not idle as you work, her hands pull at your belt as you finish unbuttoning her top. You pull her blouse open, marvelling at the view of her sweet young breasts. You smile at their resemblance to the iced cupcakes, thinking that perhaps the teasing minx did model for them. They're a little larger, and her nipples sit a little higher, but with the same creamy smoothness and dark and swollen nipples. As good as her tits look it is her soft hands fishing out your stiff cock that captures your attention.

"Perhaps, M'sieur, I can apologize with my hands?" She asks as she bites her lip shyly, "I could kneel at your feet and stroke you like I do for my boyfriend. Mais non, M'sieur, you are not a boy like my Phillipe, but maybe if I use my mouth on your coq?" She licks her lips provocatively. "Would that be suitable punishment for a wicked girl?"