She keeps going, recording your humiliation

Your begging grants you a temporary reprieve; during which Miss Locke takes out her phone and props it up on an adjacent desk, setting it up to record you.

Before you can protest, the paddle comes whistling down to _SMACK _your ass hard.

"Please...!" You plead with her again, but the paddle _SMACK_s you yet again all the same.

Miss Locke's voice, mocking and amused, dashes your hopes for mercy. "Five minutes is too short...you agreed to fifteen."

With Miss Locke's phone camera filming you know, you hesitate to plead as 'candidly' as you did a moment ago. "B-but you said- " SMACK "... we could switch! Please!!"

Tears run down your cheeks as Miss Locke's paddle mercilessly stings your rump again and again. How hard your cock is adds to your suffering; it's beyond humiliating knowing Miss Locke can feel your erection throbbing against her leg every time she spanks you.

_SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. _Seemingly in no hurry to reply, Miss Locke spanks you with glee.

"...Well, I suppose we could switch to letting you worship my feet..." SMACK "...in a few more minutes." _SMACK. "_And if you beg nicely."

"Y-yes, please, I beg you!" SMACK. You plead with tears running down your face, but Miss Locke "tsk's" with dissatisfaction.

"Be more..." SMACK "...explicit. Tell me what you'll do if I'm kind enough to end your spanking early."

You sob, the humiliating arousal and excruciating ache overwhelming you. Despite knowing she's filming you, you break down and plead frantically with tears in your eyes.

"Please, stop!" SMACK "I'll do anything, I'll-" SMACK "-lick your feet as much as you want!" SMACK.

You feel your hips bucking harder to escape the pain of Miss Locke's paddle, which only increases the stimulation on your cock.

"Please, let me lick your feet!" SMACK. "I'll do wha-"

You **** off into a groan as the feeling of your cock grinding on Miss Locke's leg becomes to much. Face tear-streaked, you moan out loud as you orgasm with more intensity than you ever have before into Miss Locke's lap.

Your eyes spin as you nearly pass out from the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, a crushing sense of humiliation building as your orgasm finally passes.

The paddle seems to have stopped near the end of your climax, but you don't know what Miss Locke will do to you now...