Chapter 19: Professor

Tamaya can feel a bit of the sugar rush from the cake coursing through her as she goes towards the drawer. She can tell the others seeing them pulled Kisho back into himself. He's silent and nervous again while moments before they seemed to almost be in their own love bubble. She opens the drawer and frowns, "Of course!" She hangs her head in shame, her face beat red.

This pulls Kisho out of it a little as he tries to sit up but the restraints hold him down. "What's wrong?"

"My fantasy I-I think…"

"Oh! Um well it can't be that bad."

"I don't think you're going to like it Kis…" She moves over to him holding a black silk blindfold in her hand looking confused by it but follows the instructions on the note the watcher left her with the items in the drawer. She gently places the blindfold over his eyes.

"Well this isn't that bad…" Kisho says trying to relax remembering this is her deep fantasy. Something he needs to not shame. He can only hope the watchers didn't add their own cruel twist. Hearing a zipper here, a rustle of clothing there the poor boy can only imagine the visual. Of course his prudish morality decides to guilt him over his body already feeling a little heated at just the sounds. Trying to push that aside he tries to bring things back to the friend place chuckling out, "Little odd that they give you privacy now am I right?"

"Y-Yeah…" Tamaya says as she shivers and quickly puts on the clothes they provided her. Gently she folds up her clothes and places them into the drawer wondering if she'll ever see them again. She keeps on her jewelry for now. Mainly hoping to save the little leather cord bracelet with a metal disk that says BFFs on it that Kisho made her when they were in middle school. That item she will not part with, but not turning in the others will make it not stand out yet. She shuts the drawer and looks at the walls. No notification that she has to deposit the jewelry as well. Maya allows herself a breath as she comes back over to Kisho. "I'm sorry Kis."

"Wha?" He can't stand being kept in the dark as he suddenly feels her closer to him. It takes a moment before he realizes she's touched his restraints. "Maya no!" He reaches out with his now free left hand trying to grasp one of the restraints but it doesn't work as he only clutches air. Quickly his hand comes up removing the blindfold as the last restraint retracts.

"Sorry…"

The sight before him is a shy demure Tamaya with oddly no cuffs on her, except when he notices the new one latched around her neck. Panning down he sees she's wearing their old high school uniform. The school colors were blue and gold. Her skirt is pleated and much shorter than school regulations allowed. Her white button up shirt complete with school crest on the pocket is just as tight as he remembered her wearing them back then. She even had on some of the ratty torn up knee high stockings she got in trouble for at school trying to be the rebellious type. They gave her some deep red lipstick to wear and some eyeshadow to rub around her eyes. It looked just as messy as she used to make it when they were young. It's then the comic book Battle Royale comes to mind as he gazes back at the, well now collar. He  gets up off the bed and reaches forward touching the collar on her neck as a thought crosses his mind, "Is the um… this part of the fantasy?"

She hands him the note as she shakes her head no, now feeling shy. Part of her was hoping he would react to her outfit with his words and not fuss over her now being the slightly more captive partner. To her it doesn't matter since they're both just as captive in the end

As he reads the note they hear the drawer click. Surprisingly the bed now falls away with the blindfold discarded as well. Soon they see it is only floor tiles beneath their feet. The collar apparently anchored to the center of the floor came up to her with some slack. They both look shocked.

Kisho finishes reading the note and realizes their observers' reasoning. "They knew I'd fight you being confined." He wonders why they don't just collar them both rather than playing this sick back and forth game? That was just it. They enjoyed this game. He goes to the drawer and looks inside. He looks confused. It's a lab coat and embroidered on the pocket, Professor Hisaiume. Beneath that are a fresh pair of black slacks, black socks, some rather nice black loafers, a crisp white button up shirt, new pullover sweater with an argyle pattern in greens and finally a tweed blue bow tie. At the very bottom is a note to him.

"Miss Shin, walk to the corner…"

"What?" She looks confused before wandering to the upper left corner, her leash mostly taunt.

"Face the corner and um… close your eyes?"

Maya quickly does as asked remembering the things she feverishly wrote down earlier. She feels a minor zap and tries not to flinch realizing Kisho isn't quite playing the part yet. Why did she write that down?! Kisho could never be that kind of guy.

Unseen to Maya, the walls tell Kisho to, "Command her." He gulps having caught the tiny twinge she made just before following his, well their orders. What the hell was this fantasy of hers? He decides not to stall and quickly changes into the clothes provided. He regretfully follows his instructors returning all his clothes. He also leaves on the bracelet she gave him back when he made the matching one for her. Putting the clothes away the room changes again.

The drawer disappears below as a teacher's desk and chair as well as one of those smaller folding student desks appears facing clearly the teachers table. He marvels at the mechanical marvel this room is. The sheer fabric drapes tighten into cleaner walls. Projected around he feels like he is almost back in his old math classroom. The only class he always got to be next to Tamaya because this was her weakest subject and his strongest. It's then he goes over to the teacher's desk and glides his hands along it shocked that it felt like wood. There is a basket of apples on the desk as well as a nameplate with his name Mr. Hisaiume. He sits in his chair as he sees the note before him:

I fantasize about being back in high school. Kisho being my sexy professor. He teaches the math class I almost failed. I take a pop quiz and he tells me to stay after class… 

Clearly this was just the beginning of her fantasy. The observers don't want to spoil the fun. Below that in the font he knows is the observers are his instructions:

You play your part of the unrelenting Professor. She is your student. You will start with the pop quiz on her desk. She has two minutes to complete it.

He looks over and sees it's at least two pages possibly four if double sided. How is she supposed to complete that?

You will take her paper exactly when the timer goes off, grade it. If she fails you will tell Miss Shin to stay after class. You will punish her how we instruct you with what's in that locked drawer.

He looks to his right and sees the drawer trying not to gulp.

If during her punishment she addresses you informally you will add another tally to her punishment. We have already shocked her for you phrasing your statement in a question tone. Each time you do not play your role to our satisfaction we will shock her. Every failure by you, the voltage will increase.

You refer to her only as Miss Shin, bad girl, whore, whatever derogatory terms you choose, but never by her first name or any term of endearment. Your Maya is a naughty pain slut… better not disappoint that thirst of hers Kis or we'll up this game. We want to see her wail and weep from your actions. There are no safe words here.

His eyes open wide as he wonders if this is a lie? Could Maya really want pain? The tropes of schoolgirl pornography cross his mind realizing quite clearly what he is walking into. If he fails too many times… he can't think about that. Quickly he stands up and decides to call out as direct as he can, "Miss Shin, you're late. Please take a seat. It's time for a pop quiz." He tries to keep his tone up beat and maybe a little droll but it comes out loud and nervous but thankfully direct.

She's shocked when she turns around and sees the room. It gives her shivers realizing what the odd additional noises were. The room felt a bit too real for her. She was expecting maybe some basic table and chair not the illusion of that old math room. They really got the details in that fantasy! Waiting for him to change and the room to as well gave her some time to think. Kisho has to play his part and he won't if she doesn't show that she enthusiastically crafted this. Part of her hoped this fantasy could go to another couple so she could deny its existence. Even the part about being referred to as a naughty girl. She's certain they haven't told him everything. They want them to fail and feel bad.

"Yes Professor Hisaiume! Sorry sir!" she quickly exclaims with a bright grin on her face. She lets her eyes openly pan up and down on Kisho trying to show the hunger in her eyes as she remembers the way he touched her with the last task. She moves swiftly to her desk sitting down and holding up her already sharpened number two pencil.

"Alright," Kisho sees her prance and relaxes a little saying in a stern voice, "pass this quiz and you can leave my classroom. Fail and we have to talk after class." He hopes she understands that if by some miracle she can complete it nothing more has to happen. She never did well with tests. "You have two minutes. Begin...now." He sits at his desk and waits gazing at her for the first time letting his eyes drift onto her form.

Her eyes get wide at the mention of two minutes. She looks down at the page and sees a few simple addition problems to start with. Part of her wonders if they're giving her the out. She doesn't take the time to think about it and simply answers all the questions as quickly as possible. Maya didn't want Kisho to have to go through with this and if what he implied was true they could skip the rest of this fantasy altogether. 

On the wall behind Tamaya a ten second countdown starts. Kisho remembers the instructions. Quickly he gets up and walks over towards her desk making sure he's ready to grab it the moment the timer goes off. Of course they make the timer the sound of school chimes. He's surprised to see that she's on the last pretty basic math question as he rips it away from her. She did it!

Their eyes locked as she sets the pencil down asking with a grin, "Did I do well Mr. Hisaiume?" She decides to let her crossed leg brush against his crisp slacks making sure to let him know she's good with everything and give their captors a good show. If this ends up on the web at least it will be better acted than most of the lame versions of this fantasy she's watched.

He raises a brow at her actions and tries not to grin feeling that shiver go up his spine. "You will wait patiently and quietly while I grade this Miss Shin." He decides to try and play along adding, "I hope this time you put books before boys." Something their creepy old math teacher used to say all the time to all the girls in his class. She stifled a chuckle at hearing that. Seeing him play along alleviates some of her stress. She's ninety-nine percent sure she passed that quiz, but just in case seeing him play along helps her relax a little.

Grading goes beautifully. He wonders if they really expected her to fail this? Maybe they were banking on test anxiety to get her! It's then his desk has words appear on it as he checkmarks everything. Perfect score! He flips back to the front page and looks at the upper left hand corner and sees her mistake. His shoulder's slump, saying with a sigh, "Stay after class Ma--Miss Shin."

"What? But I aced that quiz!" She stands up both from confusion, frustration and a tiny jolt from Kisho's almost mistake. "It's basic arithmetic! I can do that in my sleep!" She shouts at Kisho but clearly she was talking to the room.

"Yes." Kisho says, sounding a little colder as he wonders if she didn't want the out! He remembers her words earlier when she touched herself, "Yes, please fuck me Kis…" Maybe this whole fantasy is just so she can fuck him and ignore the fact that he finally admitted his secret! Said in front of her that he's in love with her. He holds up the paper with a cold tone pointing at the top left corner stating crisply, "You forgot to put your name on the paper. No name Miss Shin is an automatic failure." The drawer clicks open.

Her eyes get wide and nervous as she hears the chill in his voice wondering where that came from! He didn't think she flunked on purpose did she? Why would she ever? How could she be so stupid! "Oh, oh my god! Oh no no no I-I didn't mean it Kis it was an accident!"

He slams the page down in worry as he winces hearing his name, "My name is Professor Hisaiume! Mr. Hisaiume or Teacher if you prefer." Even he finds himself frightened at himself trying to scare her into not screwing up again. Already she's accidentally added another tally to whatever is in store for her. He takes a deep breath before leveling eyes with her pleading, "You will address me properly or your punishment will only get worse. Following the instructions is important."

"Sorry Teacher…" she bows her head realizing how dangerous her fantasy is without the safety net she always imagined they'd have. There is no breaking out of this scene to discuss each other's limits.

"I am sure you were just flustered and forgot. Tests are stressful."

Tamaya relaxes a little and tries to slip back into the scene now that Kis acknowledged her honest mistake. She decides to take control again and be the naughty student. "Yes they are Professor Hisaiume…" she stands slinking over to his desk as she notices his eyes look at that very high skirt of hers, "How am I supposed to remember my name when you're so distractingly handsome professor…" She bends in front of him reaching forward to caress the lapel of his lab coat. "I've been a verry bad girl…"

Kisho gulps trying to catch his breath at her raw sexuality aimed right at him. He wants to say he's not that handsome, but isn't sure if that's out of character. "We-well I think punishment is in order. After it you'll never forget to put your name on a test again." He remembers the drawer opening earlier. He thinks about one porno he watched and tells her, "Hands on my desk Miss Shin and close your eyes." He isn't sure if she's allowed to see into the drawer. Better safe than sorry.

She looks surprised but follows instructions. Her core starts to warm up at his commands loving him taking charge. They were stuck in it now. Besides being another version of her, that younger cocky self she used to be was kinda nice. She hears him open the drawer.

He looks inside and sees a wooden ruler and more instructions at the bottom.

No name. All questions are wrong. Twenty swats. Her bare ass after the first five. Use your hands. No steady rhythm. She counts. If she messes up, start over from one. After that come back here for improper name violations. She already has one. They are not a one to one ratio. She better have red palm marks after the first ten swats or else we will make you do more till you get the force right.

Kisho's skin visibly pales as he reads the note. Hit Tamaya? Leave marks?! Sure a playful pat on the tush had crossed his mind on occasion but never something like this! Did she really want this extreme? He takes a few deep breaths trying to figure out how to gauge with her if this really is her desire. If so he needs to get over it. If not then he needs to do just barely enough for it to count so they can move on from this misery.

Maya's face slowly turns red in the silence. What must he think of her? Also did they up the fantasy past what she wrote? What is the punishment for forgetting to write your own name?

"Look up at me Miss Shin."

Her bright hazel eyes gaze up into his warm brown pools. She can't help but smile up at him loving the look they gave him. She catches his eyes glance back at her ass that she's made a bit more arched. Kisho concludes she must have some idea where this is going, especially when she sways those hips before he focuses back on her face.

"The irony is you got every question correct…" he shuts the drawer and decides to gently tuck some of her hair behind her ear then caresses down her arm resting a hand over one of hers. "But rules are rules. No name means every single one of those questions is now wrong. Do you know how many questions were on that test Miss Shin?"

"Um…" She thinks for a moment trying to register the question enjoying the feel of his touch, "fifteen or maybe twenty two?" She honestly couldn't recall.

"Close, but once again you didn't pay attention to the details." He decides to let out a nervous laugh trying to get into the asshole instructor roll. "It was twenty questions. Do you know what we did with bad students not long ago?"

She quirks a brow in confusion before connecting his inquiring dots. She tries to put on an innocent face saying, "Some would get a switch or a paddle, but those seem a bit too strict. I've heard rumors of teachers that give naughty students…" now that it came to admitting the word she blushes, "spankings. Some on their bare ass, but that's frowned on nowadays."

Kisho catches her body freezing and the little humm in her words at mentioning bare skin. Clearly at least this first part was in her fantasy. Though he's still unsure about the force of the strikes they demand of him. He doesn't want to draw things out too long. Standing up he takes off his lab coat and sets it across his chair. He unbuttons and rolls up his sleeves saying clinically, "Twenty questions wrong. That seems like a fair number for you to remember your mistake. You will be counting them aloud. Loose count and we start over. Seems fair Miss Shin?"

"Mmmn more than fair…" Maya almost purrs out as her body tenses a little.

"Come to the end of the desk."

"Yes Mr. Hisaiume!" She follows quickly standing a bit away from it.

"Bend over. Ninety degrees. Ah yes! You know you're geometry."

She eagerly follows his instructions. Now that it's happening Kisho can't help but feel powerful and fascinated by her quick actions. His blood starts rushing, wanting to overtake his nerves. He decides to step back and just gaze at her form as a porn image flashes across his mind, "Hold your small skirt up and legs shoulder width apart."

She quickly does as she's told. Maya can hear Kisho let out a groan as she feels his hand caress her navy panty covered ass. "Is this good Professor?"

"Yes…" he gulps and gives her a light tap on her ass. It barely makes a sound.

"One?" she can't help but let out a bit of a chuckle with that. He is still clearly tender, sensitive Kisho under it all.

Before the chuckle Kisho intended to make the first few hits gradually harder but realizes he's started way too soft. It was a bit emasculating. He laughs too adding, "Yes one. Just making sure you're paying attention. Wouldn't want to have to start all over." He decides to bring his hand back and goes to swing like he means it but hesitates at the last moment. There is a firmer swat noise but clearly nowhere near making her ass red. Then again the panties get in the way of this.

"Two…" She lets out a purr wiggling her butt clearly wanting more.

That didn't seem to phase her so before she had time to say more than two he brought his hand back this time getting a smooth swing with about half his strength. He remembers he can't keep a steady rhythm. That one got a little yip out of her.

"Three, ooh yes Professor…" She actually felt a little sting from that as she closed her eyes trying to savor it. This encourages Kisho who decides to swing not letting her add in his last name. This one lets out a resounding smack catching a little of the half cheek peeking out from those panties.

"Foour!" She says surprised and delighted as she lets out a hissing noise taking in the feel of the burn. Savoring it cause she's pretty sure he's going to lighten up now. But she couldn't help herself.

He freezes hearing that hiss as he asks, "Are..are you alright?" He barely sees a blush of pink on her skin fade. Quickly he moves to look at her face, concern etched on his. Surprised he sees her eyes half lidded as a satisfied look splays across her face.

"Yes Teacher…" her face gets a little shy looking at him feeling a little guilty about her pleasure, "I felt that…" she gives him a hungry grin and a wink.

That was it. Instant hard on for Kisho. He was never into all of this domination and submission stuff. Not really, well now maybe a little. She ate this up! He couldn't believe it! He takes a deep breath realizing his hand might get a little sore. His palm was already feeling some of that sting. For the last panty swing he goes with his left hand and tries his best to hit her neglected asscheek. It isn't as hard as four but still up there with three.

"Ooh five…"

That's when his curious nature gets the best of him. "Ooh? What do you feel? What do you seem to enjoy about this Miss Shin?" He slowly caresses his hands over her panties.

"Mmn the heat. The sting… the anticipation of it all… there's a warmth that lingers after each strike. The harder it hits ooh the longer it lasts… it makes me so--" She cuts herself off remembering her confession is to her sweet Kisho. 

"So?"

"W-Wet…" She makes sure to bury her face in the desk as she feels his hands pause. It takes a moment but he slowly moves his hands in between her legs. He can't help but stroke a finger along the wet patch. He's grateful for her explanation and evidence of her clear arousal. Part of him wishes they could skip past all this and he could bury himself inside her. 

He quickly hooks his fingers over her panties and slides them down her legs. "Don't want to make these any more dirty than they already are. Step out of them and I'll set them aside for you later."

She quickly complies, clearly delighted to be free of them. The longer they stay in this twisted game the less she worries about the observers. They've already seen enough to damn them both. Never in her wildest dreams did she think Kisho would understand this desire of hers. "Thank you Professor." She wished she could feel, know the state she hopes he's in. There weren't any mirrors for her to see him through. She only had his voice to go off.

"Do you like the view of your naughty student Mr. Hisaiume?"

Gulp. "Yes…"

"Does it make you hard?"

He swings back and smacks her ass producing redness, but is unsure if that's the imprint they're looking for. He hears her call six remembering they want her wailing and weeping. He decides to indulge saying, "Painfully so… now stop talking so I can focus on leaving a distinct impression."

She wonders at his phrasing then lets out a rather loud yowl as she counts out with quick screams, "Seven! Aah Eight! Mmn Nine!" Maya has to catch her breath as she's shocked at how hard and quick those swings were. All to different parts of her rear. Maybe he was too into this! She feels a little bit of fear rise up in her daring to glance back at him. 

She's surprised to see him looking intently at her ass with focus and worry. Thinking back on his words she realizes the meaning. They must have instructed him to leave palm prints. There's no other explanation for him using so much force so quickly. Taking a moment she decides to try and cheekily ask back, "Leave the impression you need Teacher?"

Kisho quickly looks up at her face looking back at him. She looks more dishevelled and sees a tiny bit of fright in her eyes as she darts a glance or two at their surroundings. He nods his head saying darkly, "If I don't you may have to stay much later until it sinks in." His hand touches the last hit finding it still warm disgusted with himself. He decides to give her a gentle swat, the last one she can have.

"Ten."

"You're doing good Miss Shin. Halfway there. Those were warm ups. The rest will be like the set of three swats together. Think you can handle that?" He tries to sound clinical but the worry is there. He hopes Maya doesn't hate him after this. If they get this done quickly there will be time for apologies and explanations before they join the others.

"Y-Yes." Maya nods her head, "It's not punishment if it doesn't hurt right?" She grins back at him before bringing her face back to the table. Her whole body already feels stiff.

Kisho takes a long breath before he brings his hand back giving two swift hits to both cheeks. He can see the imprints left there, the gasps she lets out as she counts them. He can hear that hiss from her hoping that heat she spoke of will get her through it. He feels hatred for each clear palm print he leaves.

"Thir-thirteen…." She gasps out amazed at his strength as she clenches her fist. She can tell he's trying to hit different parts of her ass to even out the pain. Part of her is disgusted at herself. Sure the pain is intense but the burn is so sweet. She can feel her pussy crave more. Her mind even flashing to wishing more parts were the target. What was wrong with her? Maya knows Kisho is probably beating himself up inside for hurting her. She decides in this pause to let out wanting moans and even sways her hips a bit. It's then she's caught by, "Oooh fuck! Fu-Fou...yeah fourteen!"

Kisho gasps realizing her sway made him land right on top of the last one's mark. He stops himself before he can cry out an apology, knowing that would give her a bigger jolt. Instead he barks at her, "Stop wriggling!" The frustration comes across but also a plea. I don't want to hurt you!

"Stop being so fuckable Kis!" she shouts back at him with a heavy pant in her voice.

His almost flaccid member perks at her words as he curses under his breath. His stomach twists as he smacks her hard four times in a row smacking the sides of her ass crying out in frustration.

"Do"

"Fifteen!"

"Not"

"Sixteen."

"Call Me"

"Seventeen."

"KIS!"

"Auuh! E-Eighteen!"

Tears stream down her face as Kisho's fear backs these hits. The first hit she expected and tried to focus on calling out the numbers for the next two but didn't predict him chaining four together. The sides of her ass are beaten red as she catches her breath. She pants out, "I-I'm sorry Pro-Professor I won't do it again…"

There are tears in his eyes as he looks at the damage of his panic. He only made things worse but now this will last longer! He thought he made the rules clear to her. Why can't she remember to follow them? He desperately wants to ease up the last two hits but also wants them to be done and out of this hell. "I have, I have to give you a different new punishment each time you get so familiar with me."

She can hear his voice choking up as she tries to wipe the tears out of her eyes before looking back at him. Maya sees his watery eyes and shaking right hand that is beat red. "I'm just soo thirsty I forgot myself...make the last two count...please Professor?"

Kisho sees her tear stained face feeling shame but is shocked at her words. She shocks him by bringing her hands up to pull her ass cheeks taunt holding them there almost proudly. Her back arches even more as he gets quite the pornographic view. He can see her smoothly shaved asshole and ever so slightly her bald pussy lips literally dripping wet. One glance down he sees the small puddle the size of a quarter that's formed beneath her without his notice.

"Keep looking back towards me."

He sees what he can only call agonizing ecstasy cross her face with the last two smacks he spaced more reasonably apart. Never in his life did he imagine she could be so open, so wanton with him. Part of him questions if this is all some perverse delusion of his dreams but he can't imagine having the creativity to form this vision of her. She never fails calling out the numbers as tears of relief form in her eyes. He gently rubs her cheeks before telling her, "Stretch Miss Shin. You-you endured me beautifully."

He slowly turns away from her making his way back to the desk drawer that has opened again. Inside is no longer the wooden ruler but a classic fraternity looking paddle. He shakes his head realizing Maya gave them an idea. She specifically didn't want this thing used. After this they need to have a serious conversation about not oversharing here.

Tamaya stretches a little and is shocked at how damp she is. Already it courses down her legs a little. She comes up behind Kisho wanting to kiss him, hug him, give him some encouraging words. She sees his red right hand. Grasping it she caresses it against her cheek. "Didn't realize I was such a hard ass."

That gets a playful scoff out of him as he lets his eyes close a moment enjoying her touch before his left hand reaches out holding the paddle saying with as light hearted tone as he can muster, "Yes, also talks a little too freely. You gave me naughty ideas." He raises a brow at her. Kisho can already feel the shivers coursing through her as he removes his hand from her. 

What he doesn't know is they're anticipation. "And what is that for?" She grins back at him.

"Using my first name of course. Three strikes."

"Three? I only used your first name twice."

"Sliding scale. Good thing you stopped at two."

"Ooh." Maya finally realizes why Kis feared her messing that up so much. Of course they wouldn't make things simple for them. Her behind is already tense thinking about getting hit there again. It's then she notices the blush forming on his cheeks as she goes back to the table.

"Now now Miss Shin, not the table this time." Kisho decides to smack the paddle on red hand three times each successively harder and quicker as the last one he lets out a hiss hitting a little harder than he wanted. Clearly doing quick scaling of this new device. His face gets a little pink as he pulls his chair further from the table and sits there. He pats his lap.

She can see even his ears are tipped red as she gives a playful pout slowly coming over and sits on his lap deciding to try and make it silly, "Like this?"

"No… you know what I mean." He lets out an over exaggerated sigh.

She complies, laying her body across his lap. Hands on the floor on one side and on her knees on the other. Maya can feel Kis pull up her skirt as he rubs his hand gently over her still red and slowly bruising behind. She can hear a sad moan leave his lips clearly not wanting to continue the game.

He looks up and sees words for him on his desk.

"This time after each hit after the number say, 'Thank you for teaching this...mouthy pain slut respect…Mr. Hisaiume."

Clearly this was scripted by the watchers. Already Maya can feel his cock twitch at the dirty words pouring out of his mouth as he shifts uncomfortably. "Yes Teacher." She nods and tries to relax her body knowing it'll make things easier closing her eyes.

Kisho this time doesn't get to choose the tempo. The desk prompts each swing.

The first strike makes her buck in his lap and cry out before she quickly responds, "O-One. Thank you for teaching this mouthy…" She pauses trying to remember the phrase before recalling, "pain slut respect Mr. Hisaiume." Her wriggling in his lap only makes him groan in shame.

This time she makes sure to repeat the phrase in her head knowing screwing it up will mean probably another swat. Maya tries desperately not to think of the force, the break from spankings making these swatts only harder to endure. There is a pregnant pause before the next swing. She's quick to repeat the phrase again, but this time right as she finishes saying it the last swing happens.

That was it. Her breaking point. She can't help it. Maya feels Kisho brush her hair as she finally catches her breath crying out, "Th-three...Thank, thank you for teaching this...this mouthy pain slut…" that word hits her this time as she takes in a sharp breath finishing, "respect" she spits looking into the air then back at Kisho with a weak sad smile, "Mr. Hisaiume…"

With the phrase done Kisho flings the paddle to the ground and screams out, "Are we done with this game now?!" The settings start to disappear as he turns her around picking her up gently stepping to the side of their cage hoping the bed will return. "It's done now...It's okay. I-I'm so sorry Maya…" He crumples against the corner beam to the floor just cradling her rocking her. 

She sniffles a few times before stopping his words with a kiss. Their tongues tangle as do their limbs. They slide to the floor with Maya lying atop him. Their hips weakly grind against each other. She manages to wrest her lips away whispering, "Don't be sorry… you kept us alive…"