She has her way with you

She laughs softly, raising the riding crop again before whipping it down on your other thigh. Despite the pain you can't look away from the glorious cleavage before you. You can smell her, a mix of sweet perfume and sex, it's intoxicating. You yelp again as she hits you a third time.

You lean forwards as you squirm, partly to distract yourself from the pain, but mostly to be closer to her. Her smooth warm breasts embrace your face, your cock leaking precum. She hits you again and you pull away and look up at her. She wears a cruel smile, delighting in your pain. "It seems you aren't learning, perhaps my methods need to be more severe" she sighs, running the end of the crop up your thigh before resting it on your balls.

She bends over slightly, giving you an improved angle to see her breasts. Instinctively you lean forwards, **** to feel her again. You shriek as she whips the riding crop against your balls. What does she want!? you think to yourself as your writhe in your seat. She hits your balls again as you let out a defeated whimper. You look away as you brace yourself for the next hit. But it doesn't come.

"That's more like it" she says, teasingly. She discards the riding crop and raises her leg, placing the heel of her shoe on your balls. You panic "No-Please!" you stammer. But it's no good, she begins to press down, crushing your balls under her foot. You wail, and throw out a series of pleading phrases, begging her to stop. You need a distraction, so again you gaze lustfully at her heavenly figure. "Naughty" She mutters, giving you a hard slap across the face. You cry out and look away.

Miss Locke lightly grinds her heel on your balls and your keep your eyes on the floor, gritting your teethe as you barely prevent yourself from crying. Your arousal slowly subsides until your cock, still drenched in precum, goes limp. "Learn't our lesson have we?" She asks.

"Yes miss" you mumble, not daring to look at her.

"Excellent" She replies as she walks behind you and removes the cuffs "Then I can expect an improvement in your grades".

You rub your wrists gently but remain seated, your pants down and cock exposed. "Waiting for my approval? Good boy. Go on, hide your shame" she commands. Hastily your pull your underwear and pants back up. "Now go home, and get that homework done, or else I'll have to take you into one on one tutoring, understand?"

"Yes miss, thank you miss" you stammer as you clumsily collect your bag and head to the door. The mark from her hand still stinging on your cheek.

END