Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Mark picked up the paddle as he watched her strip, leaning against his desk and idly slapping it against his palm. She was in shock still, obeying him out of reflex and fear, but still not enjoying submitting to his commands. He'd work on that over time, training her to the state where she leapt at his every word willingly. But for now, respect out of fear was an important tool. He'd crossed a number of lines today already, but his mind still worked to rationalize his actions. There was a greater good here for Talia. The girl was responding to his tactics, already more subservient and respectful than she'd most likely ever been to an authority figure before. He'd cut through her bravado and rebellion, and made her respond to him from primal instinct. With a firm hand and teaching her that pleasing him would be her sole and only function, he knew he'd achieve reform with this troublesome youth. And that was his job, was it not? He stood up as she dropped her bra and walked around her in a slow circle, eyes drinking her in and examining every curve of her lithe and nubile body. She was young and had a perfect, round and tight ass, its cheeks pink from his paddling where they peeked out of her tiny panties. Her breasts were large in proportion to her body, high and perky with puffy pink nipples that were hardened from her anxiety. Her pale skin was flushed red from shame and embarrassment, a hot blush starting from her face and reaching down to her belly. She trembled slightly under his gaze, eyes not meeting his. This is all legal, I'm allowed to visually inspect my wards, he said with a smirk. Including having them take off their bra to make sure they aren't hiding anything. I could have you like this all day if I wanted. Including in front of other kids. He stood before her now, staring at that dark and wet spot on her panties from her arousal. He stepped closer to her and took the paddle and ran it over her breasts lightly, brushing the hardened nubs of her nipples. I'm also allowed to search you over your underwear at any time, he whispered, mouth close to her ear now. His foot suddenly caught the inside of hers and kicked it wide, spreading her legs. His hand reached down and slid up her inner thigh, fingertips tracing that sensitive skin lightly, before coming to rest on her panties, cupping her fully again. And of course I can always do a full body cavity search if I think there is cause, he added with a smirk. He let his middle finger curl up and run through that wet spot on her panties, pushing it into the cleft of her sex and sliding it through that hot slot. He moved it back and forth, forcing the sodden think cotton of her panties deep into her folds, stretching the panties tight. His thumb rubbed her clit, that engorged button easy to find through the thin fabric, circling it as his middle finger continued to stroke her pussy. If you obey me and listen to me, you get rewards, he said as his hand worked on her virgin sex. She was so hot and wet under his hand, practically dripping through the panties onto his fingers, that he was careful with how fast he moved. He wanted her hot and ready to cum, but didn't want to drive her into an orgasm yet. She would have to earn her cum. His paddle, rubbing her nipples, suddenly tapped one lightly, just hard enough to force a gasp. I can give you pleasure or pain, and control how much you receive of either.