To become complacent

"Now, if we compare this to one much lower down the list."

Silvertongue scrolled through the list of names… all way into the section marked with large, red 'F's. Jesse heard a stunned little gasp from the desk to his left. For the one that he had settled on read 'Suzy' and was only two or three places above the bottom.

Once again the room was filled with the sloppy, gargling noises of a cocksucking mouth about its business… Only this time it was undercut by the recognisably muffled tones of the other sissy's voice as he clearly couldn't stop talking even with his cheeks full of penis.

"Mmmph, mmmph- *shlup* ...Oh and they're all so pretty daddy! Especially, *mmmleehm*, Jesse… I bet you'd love to fuck him! *gug-gug-gug-gug-gug… gaaaah* I know! You should buy him when we're all trained up, so we can both be your little sissy wives!"

From there it was clear that the other participant had got tired of his 'son's' distracted chatter, and elected not to allow the breathing space for any more of it. Jesse looked over at the young femboy in question and saw a level of beet-red embarrassment that even he didn't think he'd ever reached before. Suzy looked about as unable to breathe right now as he sounded in the recording from the night before. Jesse wanted to offer some sort of reassurance, but the blush-with-pigtails refused to even glance at him.

Once again, Silvertongue didn't seem to even register how this public unveiling of his pupil's private moments could be humiliating in the ****. All he cared about was the context this provided their oral handiwork. "As you can tell, there is again an emotional connection between this student and their current master. However, this one is a lot more familiar and relaxed. I expect they have a lot of experience in pleasuring this particular individual… and thus have grown complacent in their duties."

A shrill voice cut across the room, quickly followed by an apologetic attempt to stifle itself: "But he's my Daddy! He's never complained about the way I do it?!"

Suzy looked aghast. Not only at his own outburst, but also at the awful prospect that he might have been in some way letting his darling father down. It was immediately obvious that that thought was one that plagued him more than a little in his doting, submissive worldview. The diminutive teacher offered a forgiving look, but began addressing the boy directly now.

"I don't doubt that honey… I'm sure you must be a very special, little fucktoy for him. But that's the point: If a slut doesn't get punished when she does wrong, how is she ever going to learn?"

The short, graceful man stepped forward and took Suzy by the chin. Stroking a thumb softly against his cheek.

"He sees you as an investment of love and attention, but knows he can't bring himself to shape you properly… So that's why he's sent you to us, instead of keeping you to slowly become a spoiled brat of a cumdumpster he'll eventually grow tired of."

The teacher leaned in even closer now, bringing his thin lips in to brush against his young student's … Then actually slipped his pierced tongue into the teen's mouth, giving several seconds of a visible, wrestling kiss. Before suddenly pulling away and slapping his palm, hard, against the side of Suzy's face. The entire classroom felt the sting of that blow… several even raising a hand to their own cheek in sympathy.

"You're here to learn to be a better plaything. To never allow yourself to become distracted away from your duty of servitude! If your master wants to hear how your day went, he will ask. But you will never again disturb his moment of oral pleasure by talking through it, will you?!"

Suzy shook his head quickly from side to side, clearly still in shock. Silvertongue smiled, the gentle serenity of his presence returning without a single hint of the **** that had just been displayed.

"Good. Now, you and everyone else who received a failing grade will go out during your lunch and ask someone on the street to face-fuck you as hard as possible. The only thing you will be allowed to swallow until you go home will be cum... so I advise you earn yourselves as much as you can. I suspect you will find yourselves treated a lot more roughly than you are used to... So that is exactly the lesson you need to learn."

With that, the teacher went back to picking out other graded acts of fellatio. Offering comments and advice down to a fastidious level. Jesse kept throwing glances at his buttplug-buddy, hoping that he was alright. If there was a look in Suzy's slightly-watered eyes though… it was only one of new-found determination.