Punish me!

Bambi sat in detention, skirt hiked up, knees spread wide. Her school had caught her during a sloppy fuck behind the bleachers. Hardly surprising. The discipline monitor arrived—tall, gloved, corseted. She shut the door with a click. “Back here so soon?” she murmured, eyes on Bambi’s flushed cunt. Bambi nodded, drooling already, hips rolling instinctively. Mistress slapped her thigh sharp enough to leave pink. Pain flashed to want in an instant. She thrust two gloved fingers inside, curling, pumping, never missing the heartbeat they called her clit. Bambi whimpered. “You’ll learn to favor equations over cock,” Mistress promised. Each thrust ended in a twisted scissor that made the girl’s belly jolt. Slick ran in a line down her crack. Mistress added another finger, scissoring them open, stretching until Bambi could take four. Gasping, gushing, she clenched around leather. “Next week you come to me with every theorem solved,” Mistress said, thumb grinding her nub with merciless rhythm. Bambi sobbed, cunt pulsing around the hand in sharp, grateful spasms. If this was punishment, detention might become habit.