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Thread: A Survivor's Last Stand

I debated my choices, looking at the other guards. I then sighed, and lowered my Tanto, stepping to the side, and tossing the blade to the soldier talking to me. It's too dull to do much damage, anyway. I said softly. I've been having to use it to sharpen flint for my arrows. I glared at him. I expect you to keep your promise as a Militia.
Thread: A Survivor's Last Stand

I'm out here lookin' for some food. Damn rations center in the city is out. I doubt the Military will even bring us more anyway, we're practically on our own depsite the few still in town, I said.
Thread: A Survivor's Last Stand

I smiled as Yoru agreed to my reasoning. I promise you I will help you. When the team is done I'll take you back to our base, we'll stock you up there. I said smiling as I patted her on the soldier. I looked back over to the others. They almost done in there? Yeah we just gotta wait for the investigation squad to return. The soldier looked over to the others, he then took a good look at the man's cloths and weapons. Stand down me he's not a Red, or, Rev. He said as the others lowered their guns. Let's head back to the others, and keep a close eye out for a counter attack. The squad then begun to walk away, the soldier then turned around and said,you know if you need supplies just come with us, we can help. Your choice though. The soldier said as they begun to walk away, guns at the ready for an ambush.
Thread: Catching mom

Mom doesnt know i am home, she starts masturbating after taking a shower and i find her in the bathroom with her favorite dildo inside her.. Any older ladies want to roleplay with me?
Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Talia watched him stand up, her eyes narrowing slightly, not one single reaction to her behavior and she gritted her teeth, angered. It was a game for her, one she loved dearly, to watch the teachers get so angry and frustrated by her actions. She looked at him, the muscular body showed easily through his shirt, but he wasn't overly muscular, she could tell. She ground her teeth together, as he walked over to her and she leaned back in her chair, looking at him. Fine, if he wanted to play games, she could play games all day and she propped her feet up on the desk, made her face into an emotionless mask and looked at him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had angered her. Then, her eyes widened slightly as he mentioned jail, she didn't want to go to jail, even if it was juvenile or not and she swallowed hard, slightly, then she begin to protest, You can't........ She was cut off by him and that only angered her more as he leaned forward, she leaned forward and put on her best game face as she listened to him, rolling her eyes to show her annoyance. She felt a small bead of fear growing inside of her, she didn't want to be spanked at all, so she wouldn't. She saw him back away and she watched him as he told her what to do, she ground her teeth together. Who was this man to think that he had control over her? No one could control her, no one at all and she glared at him, then said through clenched teeth, Why don't you make me. She spat in his direction and then leaned back in her chair, a smirk pulling up the corners of her mouth once more, she was satisfied with herself as she grinned at him. She found a nearby piece of paper one a desk as she grabbed it, balled it up, and tossed it into the air, whistling a small tune to herself and then she wondered out loud, What if I drop out of this class, drop out entirely, then what? She was aimlessly tossing the ball up into the air as she resumed whistling as she giggled, she knew that, or at least, thought that she had won their little confrontation and now she was bored, whistling and tossing the paper into the air, letting it hit the ceiling from time to time. Though, she kept an eye on him from the corners of her eyes, every muscle inside of her legs were pulled taut, ready to run if he approached her and tried to make her bend over for him. She wasn't going to do it, she'd run and fight back, she had a rather violent history, besides bullying, she was also known for a few cases in which she had punched and pummeled a few weak teachers and so she'd just teach him. She thought she was in control and most of the time she was, but she was uncertain in this situation as she tossed the ball and whistle, her eyes gleaming as if daring him to make a move on her. She was taut, ready and poised, though, it didn't show, she looked relaxed and bored, tossing the ball into the air only to catch it once more. She glanced at him, waiting, poised and ready for action if it required as she smirked broadly, casting her charming smile at him, teasing him and taunting him, trying to get him to react.
Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Mark smiled as he saw her initial shock and confusion, followed by her insolent and stubborn act of unconcern. She wasn't used to being put into her place and definitely not used to feeling like she didn't have all the cards. She wanted to be in control, in power and bullying others. Getting reactions using shock tactics. Making her teachers scream and yell at her and the principal gnash his teeth helplessly. He knew she wouldn't like his calm and confident demeanor as he just grinned at her challenge to him. And he saw her steel herself now, gearing up to try again to do something to set him off. She didn't understand that there were no rules anymore and just how helpless she was in his room. He didn't change his smile as she spit at him, she missed but he almost had hoped she hadn't. And that juvenile act, making another ball and baring her teeth at him. Daring him to do something. It was all too delicious for him. He reached his hand out and went to her neck, hand gripping her throat for a second to just hint that he was thinking of choking her. He knew the shock and invasion into her personal space would be unsettling and unexpected. No teacher would have done this before, and certainly not while apparently calm and collected. He her feel how large and strong his hand was around her pulsing throat, but he slid it back to suddenly tangle in her hair at the base of her neck before she could react to the threat. He tugged on that hair suddenly, forcing her chin up and holding her firm like that, forcing her to look at him. You don't understand Talia, this isn't high school anymore, he growled at her, letting his eyes bore into her surprised and slightly terrified orbs. He gave her hair another tug, short and sharp. There is no one you can run to and nowhere you can go, without my permission. Now, do you want to follow my order and place your hands on the desk.. or do you want me to punish you way worse than you can even imagine, but probably less than what you deserve for the way you have been acting today? Think before you answer, because saying the wrong thing might be bad for you. Mark wanted her to feel like she had a choice now, but framed it in a way where she might willingly submit to his punishment for fear of something worse. Agreeing to accept his punishment was a crucial first step in yielding to his control. The thought made felt cock stir slightly as he stared at her, thinking of how he might train her as a sub if he were at his club. The use of pleasure as another incentive, to make her want his pleasure as well as fear the pain of his discipline, sprung into his mind unsummoned. He wasn't sure still if he wanted to go there, but the sight of the beautiful girl struggling slightly under his firm grip was intoxicating and for the first time ever, he wondered at his own ability to control his darker desires. She would respond so well.. and he could change her behavior so much more quickly if he could use all the tools at his disposal.
Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Talia stopped tossing the paper ball and instead rolled it in her palms, looking down at it as she smiled again, though, she felt irritated by his lack of reaction. She didn't think he'd really do anything, it was against teacher policy, or so she thought, but when she suddenly felt a hand close around her throat, tightening just a bit, she froze. She didn't know what or how to react to him invading her personal space and to the obvious threat that he was making apparent that he wanted to choke her. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat moving against his hand as she felt his hand slide back around and tangle in her hair, at the base of it. She felt him grip it and tug it, forcing her to look at him as she shivered and squirmed in his grip on her hair. She didn't like it and she shot him a glare as she threw the ball of paper at him, again. Though, her eyes were certainly wide with surprise with an underlining of fear in them. She knew that he was stronger than her, and she didn't think she'd win with him on a one on one fight. She yelped as he tugged on her hair and she said through gritted teeth, Let me go. But he didn't let go, so she reached back to try to pry his fingers from her hair. She listened to him as he continued to speak and she looked at him, her eyes widening slightly as wondered what he could do that would be worse. She swallowed hard and stopped trying to free his fingers from her hair as she looked at him, angered that he had out bested her and was now in control of her, by the use of her hair. She didn't want to find out what would be worse as she swallowed hard again. She hated him and shot him another glare, working her jaw as she reluctantly stood up and walked over to his desk. She hated this and you could tell by the flush on her cheeks that she was humiliated by him having control. She should have been more prepared, sprung up from her chair and ran before he got a hold of her like this. She groaned and wanted to pry his fingers loose and get out of the room, but she knew his grip was too strong and so she placed her hands on the desk and bent over. She muttered and grumbled, still a deep red of humiliation as she murmured, There, happy now. She knew that it was going to hurt and her eyes flicked to the paddle, wondering if he was going to use that on her. She tried to look back at him, and glare at him, still grumbling and muttering under her breath. She was still flushed as she squirmed slightly, a bit nervous, she didn't want any pain inflicted upon her, but unless she could get out of her situation, then she knew that she didn't have a say or a choice in the matter. She ground her teeth together, listening to him, trying to brace herself for whatever was to come next which was a paddling or a spanking as she tried to shoot him another glare.
Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Mark stared at her as he pulled her head up. He saw her eyes flick down as she struggled with his offer and couldn't meet his fierce gaze. Finally she nodded and he relaxed the hand in her hair slightly as she stood up, glaring at him angrily, before walking to his desk. He kept his hand loosely in her hair in case she tried to run. As she stood at the desk and looked back him, hands down and ass slightly pointed out, she glared at him again and made a snappy comment. He didn't change the slight smile on his face as he suddenly forced her head down so she was on her elbows, chin on the desk and ass pointed high in the air now. Her breasts hung down lusciously, swaying in the tight tank top as she squirmed against the hand that held her down with her hair. A gap appeared as her tank top rode up, exposing a smooth slice of her bare flesh above her jeans. And her ass, sheathed in those tight jeans, swayed and displayed all its luscious curves as she bent before him. There, happy now.... SIR! he said, correcting her. He kept his hand on her hair and reached over to slide the paddle in front of her face. This is what I normally spank students with. It's very painful, but generally they can sit again for schoolwork afterwards. But sometimes they must stand for the rest of the day if I need to discipline them more thoroughly. Since its your first day and you cooperated and agreed to have me discipline you, I'll use my hand. Don't ever expect such leniency again, he said as he let go of her hair and began to roll up the sleeve of his shirt. His tattooed arm emerged and he grinned as he saw her notice it. I know you because I was once a punk like you and did my time in jail. I had no respect for anyone and was headed to be dead by twenty. You'll probably be a whore or pregnant by then if you don't change. I am offering you a chance, if you obey me. Three months here and you can return to normal high school and go on with your life. Or I send you to jail and you become another piece of trash the cops will clean up in a couple years, he said as he sidled up behind her. He rested a hand on her lower back, on that bare skin above her jeans and noticed a peek of a thong appearing from her waistband. He placed the other hand on her ass cheeks, feeling every jiggle of those luscious globes through the skin tight jeans. He rubbed her ass slowly, letting his palm explore her at his will. Are you ready? he asked. Politely say you are sorry and ask me to spank you. Or I'll do it anyway with the paddle. He had a rush of desire to just spank her then and there, to feel her ass jiggle under his palm. But, he wanted to drive in that he was in control and make her aware that she had earned this punishment with her behavior. To instill the right behavior, he'd forgo his own pleasure for now.
Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Talia grunted as he shoved her head down, making her hands slip and her elbows bang and clang against the desk as she heard his words. She ground her teeth together, angered and she stayed silent, seething beneath the surface as she whimpered slightly, fear showing through her anger as she felt her tang top ride up a little bit, feeling a slight cool breeze brush against her lower back. She hated being this exposed and so helpless, she was used to having control and now she didn't and she hated it. She felt his hand untangle from her hair and saw the paddle in front of her, causing a shiver to roll down her spine. Then she heard him explain that he was going to use his hand and a sharp shiver went down her spine. She didn't want to be spanked and she watched him roll up his sleeve as she saw the tattoos. When was a teacher supposed to have tattoos? Then she heard his next comment and she cringed as she bit her lower lip and chewed on it, that stung as she swallowed hard, gritting her teeth. She hated this and you could tell by the dark red blush on her cheeks. She hated being humbled by a teacher, a man she hardly knew. She wanted him to get angry, impatient with her, and to play into her game, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Then she felt his hand resting on the patch of bare skin on her lower back as she shivered again, goosebumps rising up on her skin as she felt his other hand grip her ass as she felt him rub it as she shivered and begin to protest, Teachers.....aren't supposed to do that.... She felt him continue to rub it and she whimpered and squirmed, trembling slightly. Though, she had never told anyone and never wanted anyone to know, she was a virgin. If anyone knew, she wouldn't be a tough girl anymore, and everyone would make fun of her. So as he rubbed her ass, she felt new sensations flooding her and she gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. She heard his next words and she flushed with anger, she wasn't going to humiliate herself like that. Her cheeks were burning and she muttered, her face still down against the desk and her response coming out muffled as she muttered, Go to Hell, SIR. She said, just to mock him as she started to get up from the desk, she wasn't going to be paddled as she looked at the paddle and begin to push herself up from the desk, still flushed a deep red with humiliation and anger.
Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Mark grinned as the girl trembled under his hand. He could see her cheeks flush and her body stiffen in outrage as his hand rubbed her ass cheeks lightly. She'd never been touched like this by a teacher, he knew, and the feeling was likely more humiliating than an actual spanking. He'd never done this before, hand spanked a student or fondled their ass, and he felt his cock hardening in his jeans and his breathing quicken. He'd already crossed a line, a line he could recover from still, but a line nonetheless. Teacher's aren't supposed to do this, but I'm not a teacher. I'm your reform counselor and I don't have normal limits, he replied to her faltering protest. He felt no regret, at least right now. Talia's behavior made everything warranted. She was a bully and a criminal, insolent, bratty and begging to be humbled. Unless he taught her quickly she had to respect him, or at least fear him in the beginning, she'd spiral into being unmanageable and he'd have to send her to jail. As much as he knew that might be the right legal and moral thing to do, another part of him believed he could help her. That he could make a difference in the delinquent girl's life and change her trajectory from downward to something that had a promise of a future. But to do it, he believed, he'd have to use more aggressive techniques to get her to obey and learn to want to please an authority figure. To teach her the value of submission and controlling her own impulses. Then her too quick tongue lashed out at him again and she tried to stand up. Damn girl was going to be stubborn, but it was important to not let her win. He slid the hand on her lower back up to grab her hair again, gripping tight and forcing her head down as his other hand reached over to seize the paddle. You get one chance. One chance to do as your told before you suffer the consequences, he said, voice firm now. Because you said Sir, I'll give you a taste to let you know how different your world is now. He raised his hand and lowered the paddle in a smooth, controlled blow. It smacked with a loud thwack on one of her ass cheeks as she struggled and tried to evade him. His grip on her hair was too tight and he was too strong, and he knew the first blow would shock and paralyze her. Without giving her time to recover, he started to swing the paddle against her ass. Alternating cheeks and causing her ass to jiggle in her jeans with each blow. One.. two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... and ten, he counted out and then paused, breathing hard as he finished. You'll be responsible for counting from now on.
Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Talia had just been about to stand upright once more and stalk away, that is until she felt his hand in her hair again, her eyes widened and before she could protest, he pushed her head down once more. She swallowed hard, seeing him yank the paddle out of her eyesight and she knew that she had screwed up. She whimpered slightly, she had heard his last statement and wondered just what his limits were as she heard him start up again. She trembled slightly as she shook her head fervently, but then she felt the blow and the intense burning sting of it as she yelped out in pain. He'd actually hit her with the paddle, how could he........She'd been struggling before, but the shock and realization that he had meant what he had said hit her and she stopped, holding still as she then tried to reach back to cover her bottom with her hands, only to have them swatted and thwacked with the paddled as she yelped and whimpered. Even though, her ass was covered by tight jeans, she felt it jiggle and she could even imagine it was turning a deep red to match the color of her cheeks by now. But that was only from her judging of how much it burnt and stung. She heard him counting out the number of times he thwacked her hard with the paddle, each one causing a hoarse cry of pain to come from her. She was so humiliated by now, that tears of humiliation and pain brimmed and she tried her best to hold them back, but they rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto the desk. A quiet sob came from her, she'd never felt so much pain, given from a teacher before. Nor had she ever felt so helpless and not in control, she was Talia, she was supposed to always have control, but not this time and tears streamed down her face. She finally muttered, I'm.....I'm sorry, okay? Please....please stop, S....Sir. She trembled slightly, hearing him breath hard, her voice hoarse from the cries that had come from it as she whimpered and swallowed hard, trying to swallow pass the lump in her throat as tears continued to stream down her cheeks, her cheeks a dark red of humiliation as she let out a whimper, moving her throbbing fingers to once again, try to cover her behind.
Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Mark grinned as he heard Talia apologize... and call him sir. The first submission was always the hardest and although he knew Talia was going to rebel and cause more problems, he knew an important line had been crossed. It was probably the first time the girl had really apologized for anything in years. He let the hand in her hair relax and he stroked her neck, massaging it gently as she slowed her sobbing and recovered her mettle. He then ran it down her back as she remained bent over his desk, following her spine until her reached her jeans again. He let it glide over those cheeks he had just paddled, lightly touching them and soothing her stinging flesh, moving her own hands aside as she tried to grip her stinging ass as well. Paddles were intimidating, but the wide surface area actually spread the force of the blow out better and resulted in less damage than a belt, ruler or whip. Very good Talia, I don't like to have to punish you, but I will. For your own good, he said as he touched her. It doesn't have to be all punishment. You can also get rewards when you do well. As he said the the last he let his hand run down the crack of her ass and cup her sex over her jeans. The fat bulge of her mound was clearly visible in her tight jeans and he rested his hand brazenly on that intimate flesh, gripping it lightly and possessively.