“I wish everything I accuse Michelle of was true.” You think “And that she would be ashamed of it and would accept any punishment I give her”
“Michelle. I have heard that you were caught masturbating in bed last night” you say.
“Yes Mr. ” she say suddenly embarrassed and contrite.
“You know that as a Catholic establishment we frown on self abuse.” You say.
“Y-yes Mr. . I’m very sorry Mr. .”
“You’re going to need to be punished.”
“Y-yes, Mr. ”
“Alright, we are going to use a little psychology to teach you not to do it again. Bring your underwear to your ankles please, Michelle, lean over and put one hand on my desk.”
Michelle reaches up under her skirt (which is far shorter than regulation length) and pulls her white cotton panties down. She then leans on your desk with one hand. She looks even more ashamed and than before.
“Now I’m going to make you associate pain with self abuse.” You say “I want you to start rubbing yourself like you were last night.”
“What?!” Michelle says with surprise.
“Do as I say!”
“Yes Mr. !” she says “Sorry Mr. ” and puts her hand between her legs and begins jilling herself.
You stand beside her, lift her skirt to reveal her pert little ass, draw back and slap it hard but not before wishing that every blow would increase the pleasure in her pussy by an equal amount to the pain it inflicted and so ensure she was enjoying the experience. You also wish that she was ashamed of this, of getting pleasure from pain and punishment.
“AH” she cries trying to hide the pleasure in her face that she has just felt.
Again you slap her, again and again. Each time she cries out and tears begin to run down her face as she feels a mixture of pain, pleasure and shame.
“You’re a bad girl, Michelle!” you say.
“I am!” she says with heartfelt sincerity “I’m bad! And evil! And nasty! And disgusting! And AH! AH! AH! AH!”
You can see she is getting close to orgasm.
“Are you going to climax?” you ask “Are you actually enjoying this?”
“Y-yes. I’m sorry. I don’t want to. I really don’t.” she says crying.
“Having an orgasm except when having procreative sex is a sin!” you say “This is my fault, I tried to cure you and instead I’ve made it worse! I’m going to have to have sex with you to save you from committing this sin again.”
You undo your pants and pull out your cock (which has, unsurprisingly become rock hard slapping Michelle’s ass and watching her finger herself) then quickly position yourself behind her and shove yourself deep inside her. She cries out as her hymen breaks, but then her body convulses with pleasure as her orgasm follows it. “Thank you, Mr. , thank you.” She says.
She you continue to pump inside her until your own dam breaks and with a wish you ensure she has another, simultaneous, one that is better than the last.
“There” you say “wasn’t that better than the one you had last night?”
“Oh yes” she says.
“That’s because good girls, who save their orgasms for when they have good sex, with men, have good orgasms.” You say. “Now get dressed and go back to your dorm.”
As Michelle gets dressed you wish that she will, from now on, feel a phantom smack on her ass (which will still make her pussy tingle) when she does something ‘bad’ and a little orgasm when she does something ‘good’. |