You have more lessons to learn

Your eyes beg him to take you, use you, fuck you on top of his desk, make you his bitch, and for a moment you think he's going to. You wriggle your sweet spanked rump at him, inviting him to mount you, then whine with disappointed need when he pulls you to your feet and turns you to face him. You lean forward, trying to kiss him, your mouth open and wanton, but he holds you back, a cruel look in his face.

"Horny little girl aren't you?" he says, eyeing your body, looking at your breasts heaving inside the tight top, jiggling deliciously with each panting breath you take. You moan and press yourself against him as he squeezes your tits, spreading your thighs wide for him, wanting him so badly you can't stand it.

With a sudden movement that makes you gasp he pulls your top up, exposing your breasts barely encased in a lacy white bra. You arch your back and press them towards him, biting your lip and looking at him from eyes half-lidded with lust. He looks at you for a moment, then reaches out and deftly unhooks the front clasp of your bra, freeing your lush, round tits.

"Oh God Daddy! I'll be so good for you," you moan as he takes one ripe orb in each hand, squeezing them gently then rubbing his thumbs over your stiff pierced nipples. Already stiff with your need, they harden further, the steel bars penetrating them shiny against your brown areolas. You writhe against his touch, pressing your need into his hands, **** for fucking.

He smiles coldly at you again and your hear him rummaging in a drawer. You don't look because your eyes cannot leave his face. You are trapped there like a rabbit cornered by a predator, frozen by its dominance, submitting to its strength.

"OHHHH GOD!" you exclaim with a yelping moan as you feel an intense pressure on one nipple. You look down to see a clamp attached to it, with a chain dangling. When he attaches the clamp at the other end of that chain to your other nipple, you scream, your knees quivering, shivering ecstasy rippling from your nipples to your drenched pussy and back again. You stare at him with wide **** eyes, arching your back and writhing, your breathing deep and ragged with desire.

"Just what a rebellious little tramp needs," he says. "That's just the kind of jewellery that suits you, Lisa. Steel handcuffs and nipple clamps."

"Yes Daddy!" you whimper. "It's what I deserve...what I deserve for being a bad girl...I'm so sorry Daddy...I'll be good for you Daddy....I'll be so good!" Your arousal is hot, almost burning you, and you know you're so close to orgasm, wanting him so badly, needing to be punished and owned and fucked and whatever he wants to do with you. Whatever he wants.