Tarra's Punishment

Tarra slumps in the chair, ass already smarting at the thought of what’s coming. She got caught lighting up again, so the headmaster storms in ready to make her pay. He doesn’t waste time. Pants down, bare cheeks up, and his hand starts cracking across her tight little backside like it owes him money. She yelps, then sobs, promising anything if he’ll just stop. He plants her in the corner to stew, but when the cane finally whistles down she screams bloody murder and swears off smokes for life. He pauses, maybe she’s learned. That’s when clever Tarra drops to her knees, blue eyes wide, and takes his cock straight into that pretty Czech mouth. She works him sloppy and eager, swallowing every drop he pumps down her throat. He’s half-minded to call it even—until the little minx gets busted with cigarettes a second time.