Thread: Sexual Education (RoleplayMaster x The Supple Nail)

Kristen bristled as Mr. Tucker approached her. She pushed herself up and dropped her arms go her sides warily, her fists clenched in anger and her generous, full mouth pressed into a thin line. She opened her mouth to say something when his hand snaked out like lightning and caught her by the wrist. Let go of me! She squeaked. But her words held more fear than fire and he easily manhandled her up to the front of the classroom, dragging her along behind him. When they reached the front of the class he whipped her around, yanking on her arm to pull her around in front of him so that she stood facing the class. In the disorientation from the spin he snatched her other wrist and twisted both of her arms cruelly up behind her back. His grip was like iron and her struggles were to no avail. It was like pulling against an oak tree. Her struggles subsided as she stood staring into the leering faces of the boys and the shocked, fearful faces of the girls. Saucer eyes stared up at her and she blushed. A deep sense of futility came over her as she tugged against the strong hands holding her immobile. Even if she resisted, even if she kept her wits about her, the greater effect would be on the other students in the class. It gave a clear message to students of both sexes. To the boys it was simple There will be no consequences for your actions. You are master here. For the girls it was equally as simple As soon as you walk through that door your rights cease. You are the property of the class. She didn't hear what Mr. Tucker was saying but she let out a squeak of pain when he wrenched her around again and slammed her into his desk. The solid wood hit her in the thighs just below her hip bones and the force bent her over. Mr. Tucker quickly pressed his hand to the back of her head, forcing her cheek against the cool wood and keeping her arms pinned with his other hand. He called for rope and Kristen's sense of terror and helplessness grew. He quickly and expertly lashed her down, letting her up momentarily to tie her hands together in front of her then yanking her forwards again. He pulled down on the rope and tied it to something behind the desk, pulling her body taut over it, her hands stretched forward over her head like she was praying. She squirmed and writhed, her cheeks hot with shame, but she stopped when she heard the snickers of the male students and knew she was only giving them exactly what they wanted. Then she heard Mr. Tucker's command to Sam and shrieked. No! Don't! She pleaded fruitlessly as a pair of rough hands grabbed her pants by the waist and ripped them down. He pulled them over her butt and then reached back up to hook his fingers under her panties, gathering them up and stripping them both down her legs. They tangled around her ankles and bunched up but strong hands yanked the shoes off her feet and her pants and underwear followed. Terror coursed through her as she felt the air of the classroom tickling her exposed pussy and asshole. Hot tears of humiliation flowed down Kristen's face and she groaned in misery when she heard Mr. Tucker order the class to spank her. Noooo. She sniffled, twining her fingers together and bracing for the pain.