Delusional Girl

Corporeal punishment. An archaic practice, but not an unusual one. The student rolls her eyes and flips her hair over her shoulder. Her teacher’s lecture falls on deaf ears. “…I can’t have you disrespecting me in my own classroom.” Clucking her tongue, she ignores the speech. “mmmkay- whatever…”

Having enough of the brat’s attitude, the frustrated teacher bends her over his desk. She’s used to spankings. The girl’s nose is stuck up high and proud as she lifts up her skirt. A few firms slaps on the ass only prove that she managed to get under her teacher’s skin. She sticks out her white panty-covered bum – compliance as defiance.

He grips one of her round asscheeks and raises his other hand. A loud crack sounds through the empty classroom as his open palm bounces off her ass. Immediately a stinging pink handprint glows on her body. She bites her tongue as he beats her, refusing to show any sign of pain. The teacher strikes her again and again, turning her entire ass red.

God, he spanks hard. Closing her eyes, she focuses herself. I can take it; he’ll be done soon. Her teacher gropes her sore cheeks in between the slaps. The man smirks as he watches the brat’s face scrunch up. It turns to a smile when he spots the damp patch on her panties.

“You think you’re tough, little girl?” The student glares back at him. “You think I care about getting spanked?” Her voice drips with rebellion.

Smack. A pink mark appears across her face. The girl’s jaw drops, stunned by the slap. Smack. She flushes red, faint tears glistening in her eyes. “You just… my face… you’re not allowed to…” The teacher grips her neck and slaps her again. “I’ll spank you where I like, dumb brat.” Venom in his voice, he alternates hitting her bum and her cheeks.

The student’s head spins as he pulls her shirt open. She had been punished plenty of times before, but nothing like this. Humiliated and on the brink of crying, she whimpers as the teacher starts to spank her braless chest. “Stop! I’m sorry! I won’t misbehave anymore! Stop!” He laughs at her. Another slap across her perky tits. Another slap across her sore ass. Another slap across her wet cheeks.

“You act like a brat - don’t whine when you get punished.” She trembles as he pulls down her panties. Soaked through her underwear, her pussy drools as he spreads her thighs. A cold fear runs through the student. “No no no no no…”

Smack. She leaps and squeals. Bouncing on her heels, the girl starts to cry. Waves of pain and pleasure tickle her wet cunt. The teacher holds her by the hair and spanks the student’s pussy. Her blushed face runs with tears. Lifting his hand to her mouth, the man shoves his fingers in her mouth. She tastes her drippy hole on his hand. Bringing it back to her crotch, he gives her a final hard spank on her smooth pussy.

The girl leans against the desk. Breasts exposed, panties around her ankles, flushed and desperate. The teacher admires his work. Now the real punishment begins.

“Okay, that’s enough. You can go.”

She stares up at him. Half naked and spread open, he could do whatever he wanted to her. Why wouldn’t he? The student struggles to get her words out. “Are you… sure…?” She points to her needy, abused holes. He gives her a smug smile. “Yes. Get dressed and get out.”

Her body stings as she buttons up her shirt and pulls up her panties. Her heart aches as she realizes that he wouldn’t be taking her punishment any further. The girl hangs her head as she shuffles to the door.

“Sir?” The student looks back at him. “Yes?” He stares through the horny woman. She can’t bring herself to look at him. A faint mumble escapes her. “If I behave, will I get rewarded – instead of punished?” The teacher’s discipline worked. “Yes, if you’re good, I’ll reward you.”

I've started casually hitting him, full force punches, called him my punching bag, told him he's gonna make good practise, I even hit him when we're on walks and no one is around, often sticking my hands down his pants to feel how wet he got from being physically abused like that, he's a complete fucking whore so he loves it.

And then his wife comes downstairs and I run to her, begging for help. I start to explain everything and she simply responds by smack me hard enough that I fall back.

"Better you than me," she scoffs, loading her laundry and turning on the machine before going back upstairs.

In the coming weeks, I start seeing her more often until she is participating in my rape as often as her husband is. They bring me to the bedroom, using me as a living fucktoy, a cleaner, a slave around the house.

They constantly stuff me with degrading items, fucking me with the feather duster and using the vacuum tube on my tits, laughing when I cry that it all hurts.

They chain me to the sofa when they watch sports, the husband using my throat for cockwarming and the wife slowly working an empty beer bottle into my pussy, threatening that the next goes into my ass.

It's just *you* in particular who's an inferior fuck toy.

You deserve to lick my ass while I fuck women superior to you, then clean my dick after, you deserve to suck my cum out of her ass, and you deserve to be both our toilet so we don't have to leave the bed to go piss.

She had come from one of the wealthiest families. You were feared as the strictest professor on campus. Obviously, when you failed her for not turning in work conflict was bound to happen.

Without hesitation, she forged pictures to ruin your reputation. She filed false reports and got you fired. Your wife left you. No one would believe a word you said.

With no options left, her father swooped in and offered you a job. You were desperate. Now you were living a nightmare with no way out.

"I want the floor spotless by the time my friends arrive."

"Yes." You're hand shook as you made sure to keep your gaze down. Making eye contact would add 2 months of chastity.

She slapped your face with her foot. "Yes what?"

"Yes." You sighed. "Yes Miss Kathy."

"Good bitch." She laughed. "I can't believe you were literally planning on failing me. I told you you'd regret it."

"Please forgive me Miss." You're caged tightened around you shrimp. "I just wanna return to my old life."

"Return. There is no returning loser. You were so well respected and now your the maid of a former student."

"But Miss, please."

"Listen." She leaned back, reclining in her seat. She dangled her foot in front of you and snapped her fingers." Everyone from the university will be here tonight celebrating my perfect GPA." You shuffled forward and began massaging her feet. "And you're status as my maid will be solidified forever."

There are office sluts, spaced around the work environment evenly, kept in a cage until they are needed to keep them out of the way. In restaurants you will find several sluts sat under the tables or sat on the bar waiting to be beckoned over. And every server is a barely clothed bimbo, for touching and looking imbetween your courses. You’ll even find a toilet slut in the bathrooms at every establishment, ready to willingly accept your piss with an open mouth.

There is a minimum amount needed in every area of life; one slut per each mode of transport; one in every bus, one in each train carriage, even one sat in the back of a taxi. At any part in the day, you can abuse a set of willing holes or demand to be serviced while doing a task. With some of these sluts being more obliging than others, but that's okay, it's their job! So just grab a handful of hair and give them some convincing by pushing them down onto your cock, with your balls nestled against their chin.