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*This is part of a series of short-stories I called “Pornograpic Tropes” where I tried to turn these old clichés into somewhat enjoyable erotica. I hope I succeeded!
PS: The poor schoolgirl about to be punished has a cameo in one of my other stories I’ve published on my user account!*

The teacher Lars Eriksson sat behind the desk in his home classroom and absentmindedly corrected the pile of papers in front of him. He casually crossed over sloppy wording, misspellings and grammatical errors as he pondered the impending meeting. During his many years in the profession, he had come across many different variations of cheating, usually several times over. But this particular one was unique.

It knocked on the door.

“Yeah, come in,” he muttered, drawing a circle around a grade before looking up from behind his glasses. A young eighteen year old girl, who was about to finish year two of upper secondary college, stepped inside. She had a particularly innocent appearance, with long, brown curls, distinctive dimples, and bright eyes. Wearing her ballerina shoes, pleated skirt with bare legs and white shirt, she gave off a cute impression, which was only strengthened by the slightly nervous look she now directed at Lars. “Ah, Astrid. Come in.”

She closed the door behind her, walked past the many benches and sat in the chair in front of the lectern to which Lars pointed. He flipped through his papers until he found the stapled bundle at the bottom. He read the front page, nodded to himself, and glanced up over the edge of the paper. “All is well?”

“Can’t complain”, answered Astrid and smiled a little nervously. “Uh, I just don’t know why I’m here…? Is there a problem?”

“Do we have reason to believe there would be any problems?”

Astrid shook her head. “Er… i-not that I know…”

Lars sighed inwardly. He was disappointed. She had shown such promise in the beginning, but then something had changed. Around the middle of her sophomore year, the usually bright girl had started to become… not feisty, but teasing. Subtly uptight with passive microaggressions and off-handed comments. Lars had of course seen it before with other girls her age, but it never failed to irritate him.

“Are you sure?” He gave her another chance to confess. One last chance.

“A-as I said, I don’t know anything, Lasse.” The doubt in her eyes said it all. Even without proof, he could see how the lie was written all over the uncomfortable, young body.

Lars sighed again, this time openly. “Do you know, my dear lady, what plagiarism check is?”

She swallowed and sank deeper into the chair. The feet, bare in the open ballerina shoes, drummed nervously against the floor. “Yes, Lasse.”

“And do you know how it works?”

“Not… r-really,” she admitted. “It searches the internet for texts and compares them with what we send in?”

“Exactly.”

“W-but it doesn’t search -all- pages, does it?” The question was almost desperate and the cheeks were getting redder.

“Pretty much, it does.”

“Oh.” She clasped her hands in her lap and refused to meet Lars’ gaze. “Then I understand.”

“A little late for that now.” Lars scrolled until he found the text she had plagiarized from. “It was an interesting experiment. The text you copied cannot be found on any of the more common sources for cheating. But it is still plagiarism, even if only parts are stolen.”

Lars himself had been surprised when he clicked on the plagiarism result and found himself on a website for erotic stories. Before long he understood what she was trying to do–steal the beginning of a short story from a page she didn’t think was in the plagiarism checker’s database, then finish the short story herself from the middle before any of the filth showed up. It was clever, but also exactly the subtle insubordination that Astrid had started with.

“So, Lasse-”

“Let me read selected parts from the continuation of the text you stole.” Lars raised his papers and cleared his throat.

“No, please Lasse-”

“‘She moaned loudly as Daddy spanked her bottom red. Each hit made her small teenage body twist and kick her legs. Her cries for mercy were heard by no one as Daddy’s palm alternated between her buttocks. At the same time, she felt how her little teenage pussy dripped against his thigh and how the cock pressed against her stomach. She wanted to oppose, she wanted to leave, but even more she wanted him to continue punishing her like the disobedient little daughter she was.'” Lars looked up over the paper, at Astrid who was now redder than wine in the face.

“Please, stop…” she chirped and pressed her chin to her chest.

“Let me continue from a later paragraph.” Lars pushed his glasses up over the bridge of his nose and read aloud. “‘Daddy’s cock tasted so good in my mouth! She sucked and sucked and sucked as hard as she could, but moaned when a hand hit her cheek. – ‘It’s not a lollipop! Use your tongue, suck softer. Jerk off my shaft!’

I calmed my cravings and followed his instructions. I longed to taste his cum and feel it against my tongue. I wanted to be his obedient little daughter and be praised for how well I sucked his cock.'”

Astrid shook her head as if she regretted every decision she had ever made. “Lasse, please, please, please, stop!”

“One more piece, just a little later. I found this particularly exciting: ‘Daddy’s cock penetrated deeper and deeper into my virgin pussy and I screamed out loud in pleasure. I massaged the big cock with my vagina, using my pussy to hug his glans and shaft tightly. When he was finally about to cum, he pulled out his cock, knelt over my face and jerked off quickly. With a moan of pleasure he jizzed on my face, coating it with his delicious daddy cum. I licked my cheeks and tried to catch the squirts with my tongue, but it was too much. Soon my whole face was covered in his delicious daddy sauce-‘” Lars paused and glanced at Astrid with raised eyebrows. Her face turned even more red. “‘-and I immediately started cleaning the seed with my fingers, putting every drop in my mouth and swallowing like an obedient little girl.'”

“Please-please-please-please!” Astrid had crawled so far down the chair that she was about to slip off while she, with her face hidden behind her arms, shook her head rapidly. Shame stained her voice and it sounded like she was just one further sperm-metaphor from crying.

Lars put his papers down on the bench and folded his arms under his chest. “So what do we do now?”

“Well, I can re-write everything! From the beginning, all by myself! I promise, please!” She sobbed behind her hands.

“According to the consequence ladder, I have to contact your parents. In that case, I must explain what you have done and also show them… what you have plagiarized from.”

“NO!” A terrified face appeared behind her hands. “YOU CAN’T SHOW THIS TO MOM AND DAD! YOU JUST CAN’T!”

“I’m afraid I have no choice.”

“But…” Astrid closed her eyes in despair, which had become red and wet. “Lasse, please…”

Lars drummed his fingers against the desk while thinking. He ignored out of habit the small bump that had grown over his crotch as he read from the plagiarized text. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten excited around one of his students and he hardly even noticed these days. But something was different about this situation. Maybe it was because he knew what was hiding in little Astrid’s most secret fantasies. And maybe it was the knowledge that he had her completely in his grasp. “It is possible that there are other solutions.”

She looked at him through her fingers, a sliver of hope in her eyes. “Other solutions? What? Which? I will do anything!”

“Anything?” Lars asked, raising an eyebrow.

“ANYTHING!” She almost bounced in her chair when she said that. The sobs faded and were replaced by desperate eagerness.

“That’s a bold statement. Are you sure about that?”

“YES!”

Lars picked up the papers in front of him and looked through the text. “There’s a lot in here that could be categorized as a form of punishment,” he said slowly. “Spanking. Verbal humiliation. But also elements that can be used to strengthen good development. Positive reinforcement. Praise for good efforts.”

“I-I don’t understand,” said Astrid.

“I can clarify. Either we take the long way, go to the principal and your legal guardians, present evidence and map out your past patterns. It will lead to many a boring evenings with bad coffee, half-hearted efforts of improvement and bitter faces. And I think both you and I would rather spend our evenings doing other things, don’t we?”

Astrid nodded despairingly.

“Or I will punish you here and now. That means you do everything I tell you, without protest or complaint, until I’m satisfied and sure that this cockiness and bad attitude has left you.”

“S-punish me?” She still sounded unsure of what he meant.

“Yes. Punish you. Here and now.”

“How?”

“Does it matter? Would you rather I take it up with the principal and your parents?”

She slowly turned her head back and forth. “No. Really not.”

“So you’d rather be punished by me? Do as I say, without protest, until I feel comfortable putting this behind us.”

“I… I suppose so…”

“Don’t suppose. Yes or no. Me or the principal. Make your choice.”

She looked uncertainly at Lars, but glanced down at the stack of papers and then up again. She nodded. “Yes. You can punish me. Whatever you do is better than… that.”

“Think about it one more time. Are you really sure that ‘whatever I do’ is better than contact with your mom and dad?” Lars was perhaps about to cross a pretty serious line, but he at least wanted her to make a conscious decision.

She nodded immediately. “Yes, Lasse. Dad must not know.”

“As you wish.” Lars leaned back in his chair and looked at her. She was a gorgeous girl, with pale skin and breasts that made themselves shown under the white shirt. “Get up. Lean forward with your hands on the desk.”

She looked at him with uncertain suspicion, but rose and stood with slightly shaking legs, her hands on the office desk. Lars grabbed his wooden ruler from the table and stepped around so he was standing behind her. Astrid gasped as the tip of the ruler touched the fabric of her skirt and stroked the soft skin of her buttocks. “Lasse, w-what gg-are you doing?”

“I will punish you as they used to punish cheating students. Before your time.” Before Lars’ time too, of course, but young people had no grasp of time. As far as they were concerned, he was born before the invention of the automobile. “The old methods were very successful.” They weren’t. It had mostly been about satisfying the teachers’ ego and need for power explay. But Lars was at least mature enough to admit it to himself.

“O-okay…” She shook harder as his ruler played with the hem of the skirt, lifting it so he could glimpse the soft thighs and crotch of the white panties.

“You get one last chance to withdraw. We can do the whole ordeal ‘properly’ if you’d rather.”

She trembled, exposed as she was leaning forward over the desk, the gears ticking underneath her temples. But after a few silent seconds, she shook her head. “No. It’s not possible. P-punish me as you wish.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

*SMACK!* She squealed in surprise as the ruler hit the skirt fabric with a satisfying, muffled sound. She wrapped a hand around her hip to massage the spot he hit, but he slapped the back of her hand with the ruler.

“Hands on the table! If you lose your grip, we start over.”

“W-what? But i-it hurt!”

“As a punishment should. Now keep your hands on the table. Grab the edge if you have to, but don’t you dare let go until I say so.”

“O-okay.”

*SMACK!* She thrust her hip forward as the ruler hit again, this time harder. She whined and kicked her bare legs.

“And call me Master. No more ‘Lasse’ or ‘you’. Every time you talk to me you call me Master. Understood?”

“Y-yes Master.”

*SMACK!*

“Ouch!” she howled, bucking her hip. Her nails bit into the edge of the table from the effort of keeping her hands still and not protecting her poor battered ass. “H-how much m-more are you going to p-punish me, Master?”

*SMACK*

Lars waited until her screams of pain subsided before he answered. “We have only started to warm up. Do you think a few soft slaps over the skirt will be enough for you to learn?”

“S-soft? M-master…” she added a little too late.

*SMACK!* She howled loudly and arched her neck as she breathed deeply.

“Yes, soft. Pull your skirt up over your ass and hold it with both hands. Lean forward so that your chest rests against the chair.”

She whimpered for a second before laying down with her stomach and chest pressed against the surface of the table and pulling up her skirt to reveal the white cotton panties. Her buttocks were firm and fine under Lars’ fingers as he caressed them. Pinching the two crescent sides of the panties, he created a makeshift thong that he pulled between the ass cheeks. Now her two buttocks were completely bare and Astrid shook noticeably as the ruler stroke the smooth skin.

“Count for me, girl. Loud and clear. If you lose count or drop the skirt with your hands, we start over. Likewise if you don’t address me properly or get up from the desk. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes Master.” Her voice broke halfway through.

*SMACK!*

“Ah… one, Master…”

*SMACK!*

“Ohh, two, Master…”

*SMACK!*

“Ahhh…” She had to catch her breath as she pressed her forehead against the table, skipping on her feet. The skirt flutters in her hands as she resists the impulse to protect her exposed bottom from further cracks from the ruler. “Three, Master!”

Lars lets the ruler slide down between her thighs and strokes the broad side over the crotch of her panties. She gasped, but remained still. “I won’t hold back any more now. Don’t think your punishment is coming to an end just because of that. This is only the beginning. Do you understand? Explain it to me in your own words.”

“You won’t h-hold back anymore. T-this is just the beginning of my punishment, Master.” A first sob escapes her lips.

“Get ready.” She stiffens and gathers her strength as he once again raises his ruler.

*SMACK!*

The sound of her squeal echoes through the classroom as the ruler leaves a deep red line across both of her buttocks. “F-Four, Master!” she gasps.

*SMACK!*

“Ahhhhh!” She alternately whimpers and wails as she bangs her forehead on the table and fights through the burning pain across her ass. “Five, Master!”

*SMACK!*

“Six, Master!”

*SMACK!*

“Seven, Master!”

*SMACK!*

“Eight, Master!”

*SMACK!*

“Nine, Master!”

*SMACK!*

“Ten, Master! Ahhh, ahh.” She bends and raises her knees, struggling to breathe through her sobs. The body is shaking with pain and the previously pale bottom is now covered in red lines. Lars caresses the bottom with his palm, feels the heat from the red blush. Astrid flinches worrisomely.

*SMACK!*

“Eleven, Master!”

*SMACK!*

“Twelve, Master!”

*SMACK!*

“Thirteen, Master!”

*SMACK!*

“Fourteen, Master!”

*SMACK!*

“Fifteeeeeeen-” Astrid has to swallow her tears and take several deep breaths before she can continue. “…Master.”

*SMACK* Lars doesn’t hold back, but lets the broad side of the wooden ruler dig deep into her red-screaming skin. Part of him enjoys watching the cocky young girl suffer, pressed against his own desk. Next to her sobbing face lies the story she plagiarized, as a mocking reminder of the sin that brought her here.

“Ahhh — ahhh — ahhh-” Astrid’s squealing sounds were like music in Lars’s eyes. “Six…teen, Master…”

*SMACK!*

“Sss…seventeen, Master…” She shook as if in soundless crying and her voice was barely more than a fragile whisper.

*SMACK*

“Eight…een, Master…”

*SMACK*

“Ni-nineteen, Master…”

Lars took a step back and admired his work. The young schoolgirl was still slumped over his chair with her skirt pulled up over her bottom and the edges of her panties tucked between her round buttocks, which were now red as roses from close contact with Lars’ wooden ruler. She sobbed and snorted, but her forehead and breasts were meekly pressed against the wooden surface. The older teacher stepped forward and without warning grabbed her hair firmly, pressing her head harder against the desk.

“How many more times have you cheated without getting caught? Don’t you dare lie. Then your punishment will be worse.”

“I-I…” She sobbed through her tears. “I-I don’t know, Master. Four times maybe…”

“This one will be for those times too. Thank me for being so kind as to punish you like this, after my working hours and completely pro-bono.”

“T-thank you Master, for p-punishing me after work hours.”

“Say you’re a spoiled, disobedient brat who needs to be punished hard and often.”

Astrid quivered under Lars’ grip, but squeezed out the words through her watery eyes. “I-I’m a s-spoiled and disobedient brat who b-needs to be punished severely and o-often, Master.”

“Good.” Lars raised the ruler again and let it fall.

**SMACK!*

“AHHHHHH!” The last hit was the hardest of them all, causing her to both yelp and writhe in his grip. He held her tight as the pain sent signals of fire from those poor, red buttocks to the rest of her body. It took several long seconds before she got any words out. “Twenty… Master.”

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Master…”

“Good little brat.” Lars let go of his hair and hit the desk with the ruler. “Get up.”

She turned her head towards him and he saw how the many tears had smeared the makeup around her eyes. “W-what? Master…”

“Kick off your shoes, get on the desk and sit down facing me. Put your feet on the edge.”

“O-Okay, Master.” She wiped away a tear with her shirt sleeve, stepped out of her shoes so she was standing barefoot, and clumsily stepped onto the lectern. With timid movements, she pulled her knees up so she was sitting with her feet planted on the edge of the table in front of her. Her toenails were painted a dark tone, black or deep purple. Lars had all the time been bad at colors.

He pulled his chair around and sat down in front of her–leaning back and eyeing the young schoolgirl he’d just smacked to tears with his ruler. “Spread your legs.”

“W-what…” Astrid sobbed again before nodding. “O-Okay, Master.” The knees and feet slid aside, revealing the white panties hidden under the open skirt.

“As I thought.” Lars nods affirmatively. “Wet as the common whore you are.”

In a thin, oblong line that followed the slit behind the fabric, the white panties were stained wet. The pulsating labia were clearly visible behind the thin cotton fabric. Astrid blushed, lowered her eyes and made an effort to close her legs.

“Keep your legs apart. Explain to me why your panties are drenched?”

“I-I can’t, Master,” she whispered.

“Yes, you can. Why do girls’ sexes get wet?”

Astrid tried to escape with her gaze, avoiding his eyes as the blush spread down her neck. It was cute. When she finally got the words out, they were barely a whisper: “Because they’re horny, Master.”

“I did not hear…?”

“Because they’re h-horny, Master,” Astrid said louder. The dark spot between her legs slowly grew as she sat in front of the older teacher with her legs spread wide.

“So why did your panties get wet when I spanked you?”

Astrid sobbed and was silent for several seconds. But finally, after a long internal struggle, she whispered again: “Because I got horny.”

“Did you enjoy the feeling of having your bare ass whipped red by my ruler?”

“Ye-… I-I think so, Master. It hurt a lot, but…” She put her chin to her chest and her cheeks turned as red as her bottom.

“But…?”

“I-I got horny too, Master.”

“Are you aroused now?”

It was hard to hide as the wet spot grew more and more over the panties. The schoolgirl nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“As I thought.” Lars crossed his arms and examined the girl. His cock throbbed hard in his pants and he remembered how long it had been since he had really released it. Free, not to the missionary at nine o’clock on a Friday. But free like unleashing it completely through sweat, tears and thunderous moans. “Touch yourself over the panties.”

She swallowed. “Is this part of my punishment, Master?”

“Yes. Until I say you’re free, you’re mine. And I won’t let you go until I know you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Okay, Master.” She swallowed again and the shaky fingers travelled down between her legs, to the wet fabric. She ran two fingers over the dark stain, rubbing the fabric into the cleft between her folds, letting it absorb more of the ever-increasing moisture. It didn’t take long before the effect began to show on Astrid’s face. The breathing became deeper. Her breasts rose and fell in time with the massaging fingers. The stain grew.

So did Lars’ cock under his pants. “Open your shirt with your free hand.”

“Yes, Master.” She unbuttoned the white shirt, button by button, while continuing to caress the fabric. It slid open for Lars, exposing her bra-clad breasts and smooth stomach. At the same time, the front of the white panties was now completely dark as her juices had spread over the fabric.

Lars let a hand rub over the hard lump between his legs. “Take off your panties.”

The panties slipped off as she gracefully, but red-faced, followed his orders. Her shiny pussy was exposed. It was like looking at a small, pink pastry. The small, inner labia were wet and parted, and the clean-shaven folds pulsated in time with the small micro-movements from her hips.

“Put your panties in your mouth.”

Her eyes widened sheepishly. “B-but…”

“Do it now. No protests.”

She hesitated for several seconds, but resignedly lowered her eyes and brought the panties between her lips.

“Can you taste your juices?”

She nodded with wide eyes.

“Does it taste good?”

She, after a few moments, nodded again.

“Keep caressing yourself. Give in to the desperate, horny slut you are.”

The fingers returned and began fiddling and playing with her little pink flower. She rubbed, caressed and massaged around the slightly parted hole. At the same time, Lars heard her heavy breathing through the panties in her mouth. She was Lars’ property now. He owned her, completely. He rubbed his cock harder.

“Take off your shirt and bra.”

She threw off her shirt and snapped her breasts free. They were well-filled, perky with nipples just as pink and sweet as Lars had imagined.

“Good. Come here now.”

She stepped down from the desk and knelt in front of Lars. “Open my pants and pull out my cock. Jerk it slowly until it’s hard.”

Still silenced by the panties in her mouth, she followed the instructions. She gasped through the wet fabric as she saw the size of the limb hiding. Lars couldn’t help but smile. They all the time reacted like that the first time. They could not imagine that he was hiding a smaller python between his legs.

Her hands were unaccustomed, but not entirely inexperienced as they ran the foreskin up and down over the shaft and glans. Lars fixed his gaze on the girl’s wide, innocent eyes and panty-stuffed mouth while she jerked his cock hard. As it approached its full size, he grabbed her wrist. “You are going to blow me now. Have you blown a cock before?”

She nodded.

“Repeatedly?”

This time she shook her head.

“Have you tasted cum?”

She shook her head again.

“Then you will get to do it. Later. When I’m done. And you will have to swallow everything I offer you. Is that clear?”

She nodded as if paralyzed by his unyielding tone. Lars removed the panties from her mouth and stroked them over the doll-like cheeks.

“Open wide.”

She obediently obeyed and he pulled her head down against the swaying cock. When the wet, warm lips enveloped the glans, he couldn’t help but moan. He pushed her down deeper, letting his wide cock fill her mouth and force her cheeks aside.

“Caress the glans with your tongue. Suck gently and evenly. Find a good rhythm.” Lars guided her forward in the process until she found the golden zone Lars was looking for. After a while he pushed her down deeper, testing her limits. She began to withstand as the glans slipped past her tongue, creeping closer to the throat, but he held her firmly in place until she gagged loudly. When a first tear ran down her cheek, he pulled her up, letting the young girl catch her breath.

“Please, I-I can’t go that deep, Master,” she begged after a second round. This time tears ran down both cheeks and a stream of saliva trailed from the glans to the lower lip as she released the cock from her mouth.

“Then you have to practice more. You are lazy. That is your problem. You can be a great student. And a fantastic cock sucker. But you have to be willing to put in the time. Go back down.”

She nodded with mascara running and returned down, taking the cock as deep as she could on her own accord. Then she waited obediently until Lars pushed the top of her head, bringing her lips further down over his wide shaft. He felt the glans gliding past the root of the tongue and deeper down, towards the throat. She started to gag and snort. Saliva dripped from her mouth and over Lars’ groin, but he held her firmly over his cock. A tear broke out, sliding down the cheekbone and landing on Lars’ thigh. Astrid, the bratty, saucy schoolgirl, got redder and redder in the face.

Lars released her just as the girl’s whole body began to shake. She coughed and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. The make-up was sticky and ruined and her chin glistened with saliva.

“You have been good.”

“T-thank you, Master,” she replied, stifling a sob.

“You have almost finished your punishment for today. There is only one last part left.”

“W-what, Master?”

“Stand against the desk again. As before — bent forward with chest and cheek against the table surface.”

She nodded with yet another sob and stood back up. With faltering steps she bent over the table with her ass pointed at Lars. He pulled off his black leather belt. With the strap in one hand and her wet panties in the other, he stood behind the red-whipped ass. With a nimble movement, he placed the sash around the girl’s neck, under her hair, clasped it shut to form a loop. He tightened it so that the belt was like a collar around the schoolgirl’s neck, himself holding the leather like the end of a leash.

Astrid gasped as he forced her head back with the noose around her neck. “Summarize your punishment so far for me, whore.”

“Y-you whipped me hard with your ruler, Master…” she answers a little hesitantly. Her voice is still mushy from the many tears, and the unfamiliar feeling of the belt tightening around her neck made her body tense under Lars. “and you f-forced m-me to caress my pussy for you. And s-so you fucked my mouth deep, t-to the throat, Master.”

“Good. And what do you feel is an appropriate next step?”

She was silent until he pulled on the leash, tightening it around her throat. “That you fuck my pussy, Master,” she replied quietly, but without hesitation.

“And?”

“And cums in my mouth, Master.”

“Are you wet enough to take my hard cock?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispers.

“And why is that? Why are you so wet?”

“Because I’m a horny slut who loves to be whipped and facefucked, Master,” replied Astrid. She was slumped forward, her neck bent back from the pressure of the belt that tightened around her neck.

“Have you been fucked in the pussy before?”

“Yes, Master. But only once. And not by someone as big as you, Master.”

“Good. Then you will learn something new today.” Lars sniffed with his cock between her legs. He dragged his glans across the wet slit before pressing it against her cunthole. “Thank me when I penetrate you, Astrid.”

“Yes, Mast- AHHH!” She squealed loudly as the cock forced its way into the tight pussy, into the heat and wetness and the tight vaginal walls that were forced to give way to the advance of his giant shaft. Lars felt her pussy hug tightly around his throbbing member as he pushed his hips deeper towards the girl’s buttocks, defeating the struggling pussy with every inch. “AH- Ah- ah- ah- oh…” Astrid breathed through her teeth and the belt tightened around her neck as she moved with unexpected pain and… pleasure. “T-thank you Master…”

“Thanks for what, whore?” Lars asked gruffly.

“Because you f-fuck my pussy with your cock, Master”, moaned Astrid while Lars pulled his cock back, gained strength and pushed himself deeper. “AH!”

“Tell me what a horny slut you are. Tell me what you deserve, whore!”

“Oh-” Astrid shook her head as Lars steadily began to fuck her with long, deep strokes that slowly increased in pace. “I’m a horny s-slut, Master. I-I deserve to be fucked hard by your cock. I m-must b-be spanked and whipped and throat-fucked unt-til I can’t breathe, Master!”

The horniness and the pleasure mixed with pain made her voice mushy.

“M-my pussy has to be f-filled with your cock and I-I have to take it as hard and as often as you w-want, master,” continued the schoolgirl and Lars grabbed her hair, pulling it hard as he fuckedthe tight the pussy with harder and quicker thrusts. His hips were now slamming into her buttocks with each thrust and soon he was breathing fast.

“You’re so tight and wet, whore,” Lars muttered. A drop of sweat ran down his forehead and landed on her back.

“Your cock is so b-big, Master,” Astrid replied, half-choked. “Fuck me h- MMHGG-”

The girl’s voice was cut off when Lars stuffed her soaked panties into her mouth. He held his palm over Astrid’s lips, forcing the panties down as he plowed harder and faster through the milking cunt.

After a few minutes he released her mouth, left the panties on his own accord, and rubbed the girl’s clit with two fingers.

“HMMM- HMMM- HMMMM-“, Astrid moaned through the panties and the girl’s young, tender body began to twitch and pull. Lars felt how the pussy spasmed around the cock and Astrid screamed and gasped through the panties as she came to a resounding orgasm. She tossed her head under Lars’ rock-hard grip, ignoring the fact that her hair was stretched to its limit when his fingers didn’t budge. The orgasm lasted long enough for Lars to catch up.

“Ahh! Get down in front of me!” he ordered, pulling out of the pussy with a plop. She dropped to her knees in front of his cock, panties sticking out of her mouth and eyes wide as she looked up at him under her bangs. He jerked with quick strokes and just managed to pull the panties free from between her teeth when the first load of sticky cum sprayed out of his cock. It landed slightly wrong across her nose and lips, but the second load hit right in the middle of the girl’s gaping mouth. She adjusted and stuck out her tongue, giving him a wider target area. “Ahhh!” he moaned again and the third load hit her tongue and chin. Another couple of smaller squirts left the tip of the cock, but Lars was too tired to aim. Her face was smeared with his jizz, but she sat obediently with her mouth open as Lars leaned forward and ran his fingers over her red-flamed face, scooping the cum down to her lips and mouth. When he was satisfied and saw his white seed bobbing in the schoolgirl’s mouth, he nodded.

“You can swallow now.”

She closed her mouth and swallowed with three loud gurgling sounds, closing her eyes she forced it down. “Thank you for your sperm, Master.”

“Did you enjoy the taste?”

“It was… delicious, Master,” answered Astrid.

“Good.” Lars sank into his chair. “You can get dressed and go home now, Astrid.”

The schoolgirl bent down and began picking her clothes. She glanced shyly at him as she dressed. “A-am I finished being punished, Master?”

“Your punishment is done. You were very good.”

She lowered her eyes as she buttoned her shirt and slipped her feet into her shoes. “I-I don’t think I’ve fully learned yet, Master.”

“You say, Astrid?”

She looked up and her cheeks turned red. “Y-yes, Master. I think I need to be punished more. S-several times, Master.”

“Do you really?” Lars buttoned his own pants, but could already feel the blood beginning to fill his flaccid member again. “You may be right. Come back here, same time, next week.”

“Yes, Master. I long to learn from you, Master.”

“I do believe you.” Lars held up her panties, wet with saliva and juices. “I will keep these. It’s an unnecessary garment anyway. From now on, you don’t need to wear them. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.” She blushed but smiled shyly.

“Good. See you tomorrow then.”

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