The biggest wooden spoon.

Gretchen stared over the tools. The implements of Professor Weirdo's punishment. Her body tingled. The thought of punishing her teacher for the wrongs she'd done on herself and so many other students felt good. It felt like justice. But she didn't know what to pick. She'd never done anything like this before.

The professor's husband spoke up. "Don't linger too long, dear. Just let your instinct decide."

Gretchen closed her eyes and reached out, grabbing a wooden spoon, a big one. Then she turned toward the Master. Something he'd just said bothered her. She tried to convince herself to let it go. 'He's being nice to you.' she told herself. But she couldn't ignore.

"I'm sorry." Gretchen said. "Would you please not call me dear." The term was demeaning. And even though he was being nice, he was still a man and prone to things like that. As Gretchen made her request she felt like it could get her kicked out. It could make her lose out on this opportunity to get back at Professor Pervert. After all, he was a 'Master' too, whatever that meant and he might not like being corrected.

Instead he smiled. "Of course... and I'm sorry. What would you like me to call you?"

"Well, my name is Gretchen. Call me that."

The man smiled. "Mistress Gretchen, or perhaps Gretchen the Cruel?"

"Just Gretchen is fine." Then she turned toward her professor, still tied up, still gagged, still red in the face from being slapped, watching apprehensively. "And we will call her..." Gretchen's mind fluttered with all the possibilities, 'Professor.... Slut, Bitch, Crazy...' "We will call her Professor Cunt." Gretchen said proudly. Personally she'd hated the word, but thought it never applied more. And since Professor Cunt had used it to describe her, it only seemed fitting.

"Alright Gretchen... what would you like to..." but the Master was already behind.

Gretchen had cocked her arm back and let fly a powerful thrust, smacking Professor Cunt's clothed right breast with the wooden spoon. The professor screamed.

Gretchen closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Something felt amazing. So she did it again. And again her horrible professor screamed. A shock seemed to envelop Gretchen's body, like she was electric.

"Are you sure it's not Gretchen the Cruel?" Professor Cunt's husband laughed.

Gretchen shook her head. She didn't like that name. She wasn't being cruel, she was being just. She cocked her arm and whacked her professor again, this time in the crotch. And another scream.

Gretchen gritted her teeth. She felt like a wild animal. She ran her fingers through her own hair, letting it fall in her face. It was getting sweaty.

When she noticed the Master approaching with a pair of scissors, Gretchen's crotch tingled. 'Yes!' she thought. 'Fuck her with those!' Instead he stretched out Professor Cunt's sweater and began to snip, and snip and snip, until it fell to the ground, exposing the woman's white bra. Then a few snips on that and it too was on the ground. Professor Cunt's nude breasts stared back at Gretchen, nipples hard.

Master turned toward the girl "There... that'll be better. Don't you think?"

But Gretchen barely heard him. She attacked her professor again. Striking her breasts over and over with the spoon, soon making them red. Professor Cunt's head flung about as she was hit, her blonde hair every which way.

And Gretchen felt her own nipples get hard. This was exciting. Justice was exciting. 'This must be' Gretchen thought 'what good sex feels like' and she started to understand, maybe a bit, why everyone made such a big deal over it.

As Gretchen stepped back, taking a breather, looking at the red marks on her professors large breasts, admiring her work, Professor Cunt began to talk into her ball gag. Gretchen gave Master a nod, and the husband undid the gag.

The Professor breathed deeply, like coming up from drowning. Spit dripped down the sides of her mouth. Mascara the sides of her face.

"What do you have to say dear?" The Master asked.

Professor Klein gave Gretchen a vicious glance. "Is that the best you can do?"

Gretchen stared back. Her entire body was on fire. Her eyes, shot around the room, unable to focus. She'd never felt such rage and desire in her life.

"I've been punished worse than that." Professor Klein added. "Turns out you are nothing but a cold prude..."

And Gretchen heard a snapping noise. She wasn't sure if there was really something in the room that had snapped or if it was all just inside her head. But it was a noise. A throbbing, booming.... and she didn't want to hear it anymore.

Gretchen let out a scream, loud and animalistic. The wildest scream she was capable of. A look of fear, then joy painted itself across Professor Klein's face. Even the Master, stepped back for a moment.

And Gretchen thrust herself at her professor...