Missy was squatting in the corner of the room, tied at the ankles. Her hands were laced together behind her head. To keep her balance, she had to open her knees wide.
“Girls like you don’t sit with their legs together, do they?” her professor asked softly. He was sitting in his chair watching her.
Her breasts still stung from his crop. The tender skin there was rosy red from his open handed spanks when she crouched doggy style on his desk so her breasts hung down for his discipline.
“No, Sir,” she whispered.
He approached her, holding something in his hands. “Stand up, Missy. You can put your hands down.”
She stood up, swaying forward. He steadied her. His hands gently milked her breasts.
“These beauties sting, don’t they?” he asked, kneading.
“Oh, yes, Sir.” But his hands made her feel good.
“But they’re not sore.”
Her body started shaking. Her breathing became panting. He smiled. He held out a garment, a black band. Some sort of bra, she saw. He worked it through her arms, over her shoulders, letting it hang loose.
“This is a punishment bra, Missy,” he informed her. “Naughty girls have to wear it. It’s part of your training, for being so bad. There are many metal tacks padding the inside. When I hook it shut, you’ll feel the pressure. It’s a cup size too small, you’ll find. When I allow you to take it off, these toys will feel so very sensitive. You’ll feel my breath on them like a touch.”
He hooked the bra close. The tacks immediately pricked her through the thin padding of the cups. He cuffed her hands together behind her back. Her breasts thrust out even more into the punishing bra.
“Give me your mouth, Missy,” the professor said. “I want to fuck it with my tongue.”
Missy stretched up higher on her toes. She crushed her tits against his chest and ground the tacks in deeper. Her breasts were sore. She opened her mouth, and the professor fucked it with his tongue. Flicking in and out. He wrapped a hand around her throat to keep her still, gave her a warning squeeze there.
He stroked the reddening tops of her breasts. “Back to your bad girl corner. Another fifteen minutes.”
Missy squatted. She wanted to close her legs together. She wanted to take the bra off. She wanted her professor to spank her tits again, instead of making her wear the punishment bra. When fifteen minutes were up, he came over and pushed the garment down. The cups rasping over her nipples made her shriek.
“Over to the table,” he said.
She had to hop over. Her tender breasts bounced. She breathed through the pain. He watched her tits jerk up and down. He helped lift her onto her side on the table. He squeezed her ass with one hand, showing her that he owned her flesh.
“Still wet, Missy,” he said. “Even though all that. I am learning so much about you in this session today. You’re wet enough to lubricate your ass, Missy. You’ll come for me like this, with a thumb in your mouth and a thumb in your ass. Look at you. My little toy has such wet fuck holes.”
(Source: picmanbdsm, via bdsm)
