Not In My Class

Barbie flaunts that doll-body like she owns the room, pulling boys and girls after her. Ms Bright watches the sway of her hips and tightens the belt around her own wrist. Tonight she will teach the difference between wanting and taking. She pins Barbie against the chalkboard and pushes two fingers between pink lips. "Kneel." Barbie drops. Ms Bright replaces her fingers with the leather belt, pressing cold metal against the girl’s tongue. "Open wider. Taste who’s in charge." Barbie’s throat works around it, eyes watering but hips twitching with need. Ms Bright yanks the skirt higher, slides the soaked panties aside, and buries two fingers in wet heat. Barbie jerks. The Mistress adds a third without warning, stretching her open while the belt tightens around her neck. Each thrust slaps skin and forces soft cries past the gag. When Barbie’s legs begin to shake, Ms Bright bends her over the desk, replaces fingers with the thick strap-on she keeps locked in the bottom drawer. One long thrust fills her; the second knocks the breath out. The leather belt becomes a handle. Ms Bright rides her steady and deep, ass cheeks red from each open-handed slap. "This class allows nothing without permission," she growls against Barbie’s ear. Another thrust. A moan. "And today you don’t have it." She keeps the rhythm cruel and even until Barbie sobs and comes around the cock, thighs trembling. Only then does Ms Bright pull free, wipe the toy on Barbie’s flushed cheek, and send her back to her seat with empty eyes and cum on her tongue. The lesson ends the moment the bell rings.