Defeat at the Bell

Lost in shock Ms. Peach was probably the most surprised of them all!

How was one to react to that?!

Had she had know that was what Grace was hiding...

Would she have pushed her so hard...

Would she have...

Eyes locking onto the poor collapsed girl, poor weeping girl, Ms. Peach needed a deep breath in order to compose herself. She'd won, Grace's cheeks were unclench, the grand up and coming girl was beyond humiliated, she just...

No!

Suddenly, Ms Peach crept behind her student.

A women like her would never put herself in this position unless she was ****.

Which she clearly was...

And no well trained young lady of her pedigree would ever risk compromising control of there body in a setting like this!

She could have just unclench before hand, not risk this whole debacle in the first place!

No! She couldn't have!

But she was ****...

Hands shacking as Ms. Peach gently and carefully parted her pupils thick voluptuous mediterranean cheeks, she let out a small sad sigh in the confirmation of her suspicions.

"Oh my Grace..."

Starring back at Ms. Peach were speckled lines of white cum spiralling out from Grace inflamed red asshole, the centre of a spiderweb shoot out between her thick ass cheeks.

"What did you do..."

You poor **** little girl...

Letting out a long sigh, and gently rubbing a palm against her students warm newly beaten bottom, Ms. Peach ran one of her long sharp nails under the lines of cum. Carefully tracing them back along the girls quivering sensitive inner flesh. Scooping everything up as she went until there was nothing left to do but run little needle prick circles on the abused anus.

Then bringing the finger up to her mouth she sucked it clean. Swirling the rare mixed taste of feminine desperation and male pleasure. It wasn't the finest of tastes, reeking to much of disgusting male bravado, but it lingered in her throat for a short moment. Tart, and pungent, strong like the violent act which created it.

Stepping back from her cleaned up mess, Ms. Peach put the effort into jumping up and sitting on her poor victims back. The worthless Luke letting out another one of his long pathetic crys under the added weight to his crushing. Carefully Ms. Peach crossed her legs as a proper victorious lady would. Smiling she draped them over and in between the defeated submissive amazon giants tree trunks. Running her pink heels up she tickled the lesser women's sex.

"Now."

Cool, and a picture of malice, she gazed out at her mesmerized class. The male population, subdued and in shock. Majority of her female students a gaggle of giggles, though a solum few starring quietly down at there desks in perhaps as much defeat as the destitute Grace.

"You heard the bell, dismissed."

Thus the class emptied as it should, females first quickly followed by there male lessers.

Orderly as they should be, and well trained as they were.