Break Lizzy's spirit

After several minutes of hard ass-fucking, Lizzy finally began to settle down. Realizing the futility of struggling, she instead tried to relax her muscles and remain still, desperately fighting the urge to clench her butt-cheeks. Her bottom was becoming more and more sore, inside and out, as her teacher roughly pounded into her over and over again, slapping and squeezing her already tender buns all the while, and even occasionally digging her nails in just to make Lizzy squeal.

Alison smiled wickedly as she watched Lizzy crumble from a bucking stallion to a simpering puppy-dog before her very eyes. Although the muffled whimpers escaping from behind the broken girl’s gag, and the steady stream of tears flowing down her cheeks earned Lizzy no sympathy from her captor, Alison did begin to slow her pace none-the-less. Hard, merciless thrusts gave way to soft, steady strokes, and the slapping and squeezing of Lizzy’s tender flesh gave way to a gentle caress. “Now you’re beginning to behave more like a proper student,” said Alison, keeping her stride as she spoke.

For another several minutes, Alison continued to slide her strap-on in and out of Lizzy’s battered behind in silence, enjoying the feel of her student’s firm, young flesh yielding to her every movement. Lizzy kept her eyes tightly shut, and tried as hard as she could to relax. What Mistress Alison was doing still hurt, but not nearly as much as it had moments before, in fact, in a strange way, it was actually starting to feel kind of…

“You know Lizzy,” said Alison, interrupting the girl’s thoughts, “I can give you just as much pleasure as pain. As one of my students, I care about you very deeply, and I’m only punishing you for your own good. I’d much rather reward you for being a good girl, than punish you for being naughty. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you Lizzy?” Lizzy nodded weakly, trying to move as little as possible, while still getting her point across.

“Oh sweety, I’d like to believe that,” cooed Alison in an almost motherly tone. “BUT,” she cried, emphasizing the word with a hard squeeze of Lizzy’s ass that made the poor girl tremble all over, “you’ve been such a naughty girl ever since you first set foot in my classroom. How can I ever trust you? I fear the only answer may be to punish you every day after class until your grades improve.” A pathetic wail escaped from around Lizzy’s gag as her tears, which had only just started to recede, began anew.

“What’s that?” Alison asked as she suddenly thrust the full length of her strap-on into Lizzy’s backside so she could lean down over her prey, pressing her large breasts into the younger girl’s back. “You want to prove that you can be a good girl?” she asked in a whisper as her lips brushed against Lizzy's ear. This question earned a much more enthusiastic nod from the battered cheerleader. “Well now, how do you suppose you might go about doing that?” asked Alison in a sinister voice, more to herself than the gagged Lizzy who was unable to respond.