Discipline From The Dean [Pt 2]

Dean Clara struts back in her office and Gina's still holding that damn book on her head. “Want a crash course in your future if you keep screwing around?” Clara asks. Gina answers quick, “Yes, Ms. G.” Clara spells it out: bad grades, a rap sheet, no options except walking the streets, sucking dick for cash in alley shadows and sleazy rooms. Gina swallows and says she wants the demonstration. Clara slides the book off Gina’s head, spins her around, and there it is—a fat strap-on swinging from the dean’s hips. “I’m your john now, honey. On your knees.” Gina drops. Clara groans while the girl works her mouth up and down the toy. “Good little slut, you’ve got me rock-hard.” She yanks Gina over the desk, bends her, and drives in from behind. Gina’s pussy squelches with every thrust, then Clara flips her onto her back, pinches and tugs those pink nipples, pounding deeper. “Time for the ass, streetwalker. Customers pay extra for it.” She pulls out, lines up, and shoves the strap-on straight into Gina’s tight hole, stretching her wide. Clara pumps hard, no warning, then rips it free and shoves it back down Gina’s throat so she can taste her own ass. “Choice is yours,” Clara pants. “Shape up or end up on your knees for every guy with twenty bucks.” Gina stays quiet. She just stares up, lips shiny, eyes gleaming like maybe the filthy path Clara painted is exactly what she wants. The dean’s lesson plan just backfired.