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Remote possibilities ( Wolvenrogue and Alexandria 94)

She watched in horror as he applied the liquid to her most sacred parts. And with the cat she finally realized his intentions, and under no circumstances was she going allow it to happen.
She waited for the cat to get close and even though her feet were tied she maneuvered herself so that when the cat got close enough she kicked him as hard as she could, causing him to fly across the room and hit the wall. Morgan felt badly for kicking him but it wasn't going to happen.
She stared at him and through her teeth she said: "You are a Son of a Bitch."
 
Walker went over and picked up the cat, petting it gently, he said "I'm sorry Cleo. she has been a very very bad girl. He took the cat and cave it a kitty treat and set it on the floor. "Well I see I left you a little to much rope" he said to her. "You might of hurt Cleo you know and he is a favorite of mine. His tongue would have been gentle and probably would have made you happy but since you aparantly didn't want that then I'll just have to resort to something else. Taking a sponge from the sink he washed the oil off of her. He didn't particularly like the smell. seeing that she hadn't recently shaved, he took a pinch of her pubic hair in his fingers and pulled hard then held them up for her in his fingers. "Did you like that better?" he asked.
 
Still determined to say as little as possible, all she can do is ignore the small stinging pain from his pulling. It has caused her eyes to water and her fists to clench tightly as she soon became enraged while looking upon the professor, telling herself it would be les embarrassing and easier to handle if he wasn't a sexy teacher.
She bites the inside if cheek, her feelings ranging from hurt to rage, not sure which one she is supposed to go with more.
 
Seeing her wince, he realizes he has touched a nerve and taking a second pinch of her pussy fur he pulls again, this time slower adding to the pain, but removing the hair just the same. "I figure someone like you to be shaved." he says laughing. In mock tenderness, he leans down and kisses her lightly on the forehead, as he pulls a third bunch of pubic hair.
 
By now there isn't much hair left down there, so it resembled closely to being waxed except that it had red bumps and a lot of places where the hair had been now had little blood spots on it. "I have no reason." She states, only saying what needs to be said, as she tries to think of ways to get out of this mess, while her legs close tighter trying to keep him away from her now almost completely hairless pussy.
 
He continued to pull her hair until it was completely gone, and then leaning down began to lick her now smooth pussy. "Much better!" he thought to himself. The blood tasted tangy but not near as tangy as the cream that soon followed as it slowly leaked from her, betraying her state of excitement.
 
"No!" She shouted as he began to lick her pussy, and even though she could feel it, she knew she was wet, and having an extremely sexy teacher between her legs didn't help, but she didn't want it, honestly. So to try and get him away she rocked back and forth rapidly, her legs squeezing on his neck in an effort to also break his contact with her pussy.
 
raising his hand, he brought it down hard on her thigh, leaving a dark red welt. "lay still! he said, not wanting to injure her at all. He swatted her again, even harder to bring the girl under his control. He would break her if necessary.
 
"Get away from me!" She said loudly as she could feel the welt on her thigh getting even larger, but she wouldn't let it faze her, she did not want this and she would not allow it to happen so easily. Her arms were trembling from the needy feeling of needing to punch him, or at least strike out at him in someway.
 
Slipping his fingers between her lower lips he found her clit and taking it between thumb and for finger he began to pinch her hard. "Are you going to settle down?" he asked his voice calm but terse. "this is nothing" he said as he pinched still harder, then paused holding the pressure to see if she would respond favorably.
 
At first she tries to ignore his question, but when he pinches her clit hard, she bites her lip to keep from saying anything out loud, even though the pain is awful, and her legs are squeezing his hand so tightly that her legs are trembling from the pressure. Her eyes are watering and she wished that he would just let go, but she was to stubborn to admit it.
 
Not only did he pinch harder on her clit, but he grabbed a nipple to and almost double the pressure and pain. "You won't win this battle," he said " better to recognize the truth of the matter" he said as he amped up the pain significantly.
 
Tears were coming to her eyes and she gritted her teeth, but she would not make a sound not would she let him get to her. It had always been just her in the past and this had made her feel as if nothing could get to her. Morgan held her head high as her heart beat raises significantly and the trembling throughout her body was insanely high.
She narrowed her watery eyes at him and bit her tongue inside her mouth, causing it to bleed before she would surrender.
 
He could see from her trembling that he was getting to her. Releasing one nipple he grabbed the other, but did so very hard with out the slow build up, and releasing her clit for a second pinched it hard still, wanting to reinforce the effect.
 
The pain was beginning to become pleasurable but under no circumstances was she going to tell him that because she wanted him to let her go, so she asked for just that. "Please let go." Her voice is very monotone, but reinforced none the less.
 
Hearing her use the word please, he decided to accede to her request and released her clit and nipple. "I expect that you will behave your self then, and do as your told." His voice was firm but not harsh, though it sounded with authority, leaving no mistake that he expected complete obedience, and that though it wasn't spoken , the treat of further punishment was certainly there. He helped her from the table and then taking her hand, he said "follow me"
and lead her over to a couch where he sat down and pulled her into his lap.
 
While she sat on his lap she was rigid someone would think that she could have been made out of stone. Morgan was scared because she did not know what this man wanted, but figured it would be something sexual, something she had never done before. She had her hands together in her lap as her thumbs twiddled and she looked away from him.
 
"Why do you have to be so cold and hard?" he asked "there must be some passion somewhere inside you. Something besides hate. You wore those tempting little dresses, and low cut tops all the time in class, what happened to that girl?" He asked. letting her sit there naked in his lap and waiting for an answer.
 
She scoffs at his words. "You hurt me, and then put me in your lap asking why I am so cold and hard towards you. I wonder why I would ever act such a way?" She says in a very sarcastic tone, but her body still staying rigid.
 
“You have a short memory. You asked me to stop and I did, and this is how you return the favor. You deserved what you were getting, and you still do. It's obvious you didn't learn a thing. I'll keep that in mind the next time you make a request. Since you don't seem to enjoy sitting in my lap perhaps you'll like being bent over it more!” With that, he picked her up, and laid her across his knee trapping her thighs tightly between his legs and then pushing her head and shoulders down with his strong arm. He rubbed her bare ass a moment with his hard hand and then began giving her a seriously hard paddling. He moved back and forth from one cheek to the other, watching with relish as her bottom turned brighter and brighter red. He layered each deep red hand print with another until her backside had a uniform deep red shade, and he could feel the heat rising off her skin. He then paused a moment to admire his handy work.
 
At first she struggles, the pain of the smacking so painful that she hisses out loud. But as they continue she whimpers a little as she can feel the heat also rising off of her.
It stings quite a bit and she knows that it is raw, that he has easily passed through at least one layer of skin. She thinks about it for a minute and before she can stop herself she bites his leg hard to reinforce that he won't spank her again.
 
He winces in pain at her bite but does not give her the satisfaction of showing any emotion. Instead, reaching down he takes her throat in his huge hand and grabbing it cuts off her wind and stands her to her feet walking her across the room on tiptoe, he rummages through a drawer and comes up with a role of duct tape. He sticks it on her cheek and then wraps the tape tightly around her head several times taping her mouth open and sticking the tape across her hair. Only then does he release her throat and let her breath through her nose. Ignoring the bloody bite on his calf, he he grabs a handful of her hair and drags her across the room to the couch and again across his lap. Pushing her legs apart he again begins to spank her even harder than before, this time however he is careful to include her tender pussy lips in the spanking. When he sees that she is near the point of bleeding from the abrasion of his hard hands, he pauses, and stands her up in front of him.
 
As she goes throughout the torture and pain if her ass that she can no longer feel. She feels hurt but knows that she must remain strong and keep her head. When he stands her up, her legs begin to tremble and it becomes quite difficult to stay up right in front of him. She wants to collapse and the longer she tries to stand the most her legs continue to tremble.
 
He had meant to force her to apologise for her behavior, but seeing her legs tremble and that she was about to fall, he stood up and caught her in his arms. He knew her ass e=was far too sore to sit, so he layed her face down on the sofa, then went to the bathroom and came back with a jar of skin cream. scooping some out he began rubbing it gently into the tender flesh of her ass and pussy, raw frm his beating. when he had finished with the cream, he asked her if she was done biting. and waited for her to nod her head yes or no.
 
Morgan didn't know what to think of him being so bipolar. But the skin cream burned and it caused her to moan in discomfort. But she even though she did not want another beating she did not want to shake her head with her response but she knew she had to. So she shook her head yes and turned it away from him so he couldn't see her red face while he touched her between her legs.
 
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