Where bitches, whores and sluts learn their place.
Objectifying women is what we do best.
Where female equals fuck meat.
She stood outside the living room door, preparing herself mentally. Her boyfriend was inside reading his newspaper as he always did when he got home from work. She smiled to herself. She was wearing no panties, a peephole bra, stockings and suspenders, a short, black, pleated skirt, a very prim, starched white blouse with about three buttons undone at the top and her breasts peeking out over the top and a school blazer; her school uniform. In her hands she held a cane. It was a fluffy cane, padded. More for effect then action.
She opened the door and went in. She stood in front of him. Initially he ignored her as usual but after a few moments he glanced up. When he saw her his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
“Please sir,” she said. “I’ve been a naughty girl.”
And with that she offered him the cane. Slowly, as if in a dream, he took it. She turned round lifted her skirt and offered him her bare ass cheeks.
At first he seemed stunned. Unsure what to do.
“Would you prefer me somewhere else sir?” she enquired.
“I,” he began. “No. You’re fine where you are,” he finished.
He stood up. She shivered in anticipation. He made a sharp stroke across her butt. She winced. Padded or not that thing hurt. But it soon settled into a not unpleasant tingling sensation. Then another stroke and another.
“You’re going nice and red,” he informed her.
“Oooh sir!” She said.
He swiped a couple more times. She was getting used to it now and so didn’t wince quite so much.
He was beginning to get quite excited now and the bulge in his trousers showed it. He took another swipe.
“Oh you naughty girl. Look what you’ve done,” he said. He indicated the erection.
She smiled. He was obviously getting into it now.
“If you take it out I’ll make it go away again,” she said innocently.
Now it was his turn to smile. He undid his belt and dropped his trousers and underpants. He sat down again.
He pulled her onto his lap. She mounted him, facing away from him. She rode, steadily.
“Oh god, yes!” he gasped.
She rode on him steadily for some minutes. She could feel his excitement and hear his moans, not to mention her own moans.
“I want to taste you,” she murmured.
“OK,” he said.
She lifted herself from him and turned to face him. She knelt down and took his throbbing manhood into her mouth. She sucked greedily. Within a minutes she felt the tell tale spasms. He exploded into her mouth and she swallowed greedily.
She looked up at him. He smiled.
“Now, have you learnt your lesson?” he enquired.
Oh yes sir, I’m sorry I was so naughty.” Then she smiled wickedly and winked. “But I can’t promise I won’t do it again.