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Teachers Slave - (Dawn Dearest & Dornkirk)

Brooke's screams turned to soft cries. She had stumbled with the numbers at one point then caught herself quickly. She didn't this pain to continue. She wanted this to end so much. She no longer wanted this, she'd rather be expelled from school. Then be here on her teacher's table being spanked.

She kept count with each hit. "Five...Six....Seven...Eig--" she stumbled then and there. "Eight." She had caught herself quickly as she drew in a shaky breath. "Nine. Ten." She was surprised had managed to keep count, and yet terrified all the same..what if she couldn't when it became worse?
 
Marcus eased up on the hand that held her pinned to the table “See that wasn’t so bad now was it, at least you managed to keep count”. He stepped back and removed his hands from her all together “you may stand up and take a moment to compose yourself before we continue” he said as he stepped around the table and over to the fridge “Would you care for something to drink” he asked politely.

He glanced back at her and noticed the tears running down her face, her eyes were red and puffy, and he smiled at the sight of her. He should have felt sorry for her, but instead he found her distress strangely erotic. Pulling a beer and a coke out of the fridge he spin around and offered them to her “what’s your poison”.
 
Brooke stood slowly, and rubbed her back where he had pushed. She refused to rub her ass, refusing to give him any more happiness from her pain, rubbing at her eyes with her arm. She lowered it and stared at him. Why was he offering her a drink? She shook her head when he held out two different drinks. "Neither. I'm not thirsty." she said. Her eyes watching him closely, she couldn't believe this. Her mind was struggling to wrap around the fact that she had easily agreed.
 
Shrugging Marcus placed the coke back in the fridge and cracked open the beer, He watched as she rubbed her back, he could tell that she dearly wanted to rub her ass but she refused to give in. He smirked ‘She’s a stubborn one’ he thought to himself as he took a swig from the bottle.

Pacing back to the table he picked up the leather strap and flexed it in his hands “In that case we shall continue” he announced as he once again placed a hand in the small of her back and pushed her down over the table. He gave her a second to retake her position “oh, I nearly forgot” he announced as he set the strap down. Both hands reached for the hem of her skirt and pulled it up exposing her panty clad ass.
 
Brooke watched him closely, never moving from her spot, or making a sound. She nearly broke and spoke when he moved and flexed the leather strap. She managed to hold her composure for the most part, she moved as he guided her back down over the table, her hands moving to grasp the other side. Feeling him lift her skirt her body jerked up, going to move away from him. Her eyes narrowing at him "Don't you dare." she hissed through clenched teeth.
 
He continued to push her skirt up over her ass and let it gather in he small of her back “Careful Brooke, Talking like that will earn you an extra punishment” he said as his eyes fell on her upturned ass clad now only in her panties “The strap will be administered over your panties, The less padding you have the better, it might help to drive home that what you did was wrong”.

Picking up the strap again “Now are we ready to continue” he asked.
 
Brooke whimpered her nails dug into the table, she shook her head quickly "Please....Please Mr. Dixon...don't." she cried as she turned to her head to look at him, this was the last thing she wanted, why thirty lashes? Why not just the ten he had already administered? Her ass was already burning in pain from the first ten, and if he had to do twenty more...she really wasn't going to be able to sit properly in class. Blinking to remember what she was doing, she stared at him wishing he would listen to her pleas to stop.
 
Ignoring her plea for him to stop, Marcus raised his hand and struck, the strap whistled through the air and the leather cracked as it struck her ass the sound echoing around the room. He did not wait for her to count it out before striking again and again, five times in all before he finally paused for her to get caught up.

As she counted out the fifth stroke he instantly started again, delivering the next five so quickly that the echo of the first was still bouncing off the wall when he dealt the final stroke.
 
Brooke's hips hit the edge of the table roughly when the strap hit her causing her to jerk, her screams turned into sobs, her voice cracked, she couldn't scream anymore. She could hardly keep count. After counting out the first five with the strap she groaned reaching fifteen. Fifteen more to go and it was done. All of it, it would be over, she'd be free to go....she hoped.

Counting quickly she reached twenty and said it quickly aloud with all the others. "Twenty." she whimpered and laid her head down on the table, her tears had stopped, her screaming gone. She knew her voice would come back the minute he'd use the riding crop.
 
Setting the strap back down on the table Marcus grabbed the bottle of beer he had started and took a large gulp. One hand softly caressed her tortured behind as the other held the bottle, “You are doing well” he commented “almost time for the final stretch, you just have to be careful not to lose count. I am sure you don’t want to have to start all over again.

Another large swig from the beer emptied the bottle and he set it down on the table and picked up the crop. Stepping directly behind her he gently stroked her butt through the flimsy fabric of her panties with both hands.

His hands moved and before Brooke even had a chance to react he had whisked her panties down ant let them fall around her ankles, His eyes instantly fell to the exposed flesh of her butt, burning red from the abuse he ad inflicted, he could see some darker spots were the bruising was already beginning to form. His eyes dropped slightly and he stared intently at her outer lips of her pussy, peeking out from between her thighs.
 
Brooke was mostly unable to concentrate, when he spoke, she was amazed she was still conscious this whole time. Her body ached in pain, her hips throbbed. She knew she had bruised them as well, against the edge of the table. She inhaled slowly and exhaled. Inhale...Exhale. She reminded herself.

A small cry tore from her when he touched her butt. Before she knew it, her panties were down. With some of the energy she had left, she bolted up hitting the table again she groaned and looked at Marcus. Moving her sore hands down to fix her skirt. She shook her head. "Sir.....don't." she cried softly.
 
Marcus fixed her with an icy stare as he bolted upright and turned to face him, fixing her skirt as she turned to cover herself once more, He stood glaring at her idly tapping the crop into the palm of his free hand.

“Don’t what” he asked his voice cold “Don’t spank you anymore, don’t take your panties off, don’t stare at your sweet tight teenage pussy, which is it, which one of them is it that you don’t want me to do”. The look in his eyes hinted that she had but seconds to make up her mind, the steady beat of the crop, increased with each passing second as he glared at her.
 
Brooke shook beneath his glare. She swallowed painfully "I...you...don't do any of it. Please...." she prayed she had said it in enough time. Watching him closely she moved from the table, backing away from him, from the crop, from everything, fear would rooted her to the spot, but this fear, wanted her to run, and run is what she wanted to do. Jerking her foot she kicked the panties off, then took off running, she attempted to run to the hallway, to get to the door. She had to get out of here.
 
Marcus followed her as she slowly backed away, the crop flicking harder and faster with each step he took. When she kicked off her panties and bolted for the door he was ready for her. He gave her a split second head start safe in the knowledge that she could not escape though the locked door. Scooping up her discarded panties he followed after her entering the hallway just as she reached the front door.

He smiled as he watched her trying desperately to open the door, the lock refusing to budge in he trembling fingers . “You made a serious mistake Brooke” he called out as he slowly paced the length of the hallway “And I don’t mean by trying to escape your punishment” he added. With each passing second he was drawing closer and closer, “I mean by turning up here in the first place, and more importantly by not telling anyone where you were going” Stepping right up behind her he reached out and grasped hold of her hair and pulled her head back savagely.

As she tried to scream out in pain he clamped her discarded panties over her mouth, his fingers pushing the balled up garment between her lips.
 
As soon as she reached the front door her fingers tried to work the lock, but she was failing miserably, her fingers trembled too much for her to actually get the lock to work with her. A small whimper came from her hearing him talk. A mistake? When? She thought as she kept trying to work the lock, he was getting closer, she could tell by his voice, she was too scared to turn around.

She listened closely as he spoke. Her mistake was coming here? Should she have just let him get her expelled? Her mind struggled to understand what he was saying. Before she could try the handle or bang the door, she felt her hair being grabbed. Shaking she felt her head get yanked back. A scream tore from her lungs as she began to fall backwards, just as her very own panties ended up in her mouth.

Falling back she ended up hitting him, crying against her panties her hands went up to try pulling away his hand, what the hell was going on? Wasn't her punishment only the spanking? Soft cries came from behind the gag as she struggled to get him to let go. "Mmph." was all she managed to get out for her curse.
 
Marcus twisted his hand, winding her hair tightly around his fist as he jerked her head back and leaned in his lips mere centimetres from her ear as he whispered “You are not leaving her Brooke” he chuckled softly “Not tonight, Not tomorrow even” his hand clamped over her mouth fell and grasped hold of one of her tits and squeezed it crudely “Hell with a tight little body like this you could be here for some time before I grow tired of you”.

Stepping back he once again tugged on her hair pulling her off balance, forcing her to back-pedal quickly to keep on her feet. He dragged her back along the hallway, finally stopping at the basement door “It was nice of you to take your panties off it will save me the trouble when it comes time to fuck you” he said as he opened the door to the basement and pushed her forward, smiling as she stumbled down the first couple of steps before catching herself.
 
Brooke screamed against her panties her hands gripping his arm tightly as she was jerked again. Her eyes were wide with his words. But...she had a family to go to, she had school... she had a life..... she cried out against the panties when he grabbed her breast. Removing one of her hands from his arm, she pulled the gag out of her mouth and coughed. Gagging the whole time.

She was caught off guard and stumbled when he moved. She began screaming at him. "You can't do this! Let me go!" Her body struggled to get away without ripping her hair too much. She cried softly, suddenly she felt herself stumble down some steps and felt her ankle crack. Screaming out in pain she turned around as fast as she could. "You have to let me go!" she screamed moving up the few steps she had stumbled down quickly...or as quickly with her suddenly damaged ankle.
 
Marcus stepped into the open doorway blocking her path as she hobbled up the steps, his already large frame seemed to grow even larger as he stood with the light behind him, casting an eerie silhouette. He laughed “They all said that, every one of them” he stepped down onto the first step and pulled the door closed behind him, with the door shut the only source of light vanished and everything went black , His voice continued cutting though the darkness “Becky, Carol, Sandra …….” he rattled of a list of names, Names of girls Brooke knew, Girls that had suddenly dropped out of school never to be heard from again “They said I could not do this, I could not do that, They begged for me to let them go”.

She felt his hands closing around her, lifting her as if she weighed nothing at all. He carried her down the steps, before setting her down on the floor and letting her go. There was a click and light flared into the room, momentarily blinding her. As her eyes adjusted the true horrors of the basement were revealed to her.

Whips, crops and canes decorated the walls, ropes and chains hung from the ceiling. A king-size bed dominated the room, The rest of the furniture looked like things out of he history books, Stocks, a wooden cross set against the wall, there was even something that looked like a medieval rack in one corner of the room.

“Go ahead and scream” he chuckled as he unbuttoned his shirt “No one can hear you down here”.
 
She froze and stared at him shaking, her ankle was killing her, maybe it's broken? She thought. Swallowing she watched him, if she moved back she wouldn't be able to see and would most likely fall and get hurt again. Where as if she moved forward she'd go to him. So she stood still. Never moving. "No...not them......" she whispered realizing now what was going to happen to her. "What....what did you do to them? After....after you were done with them?"

She squirmed when he lifted her, she squirmed when he carried her. Once she was set down she collapsed to the floor, her hand going to her ankle, when she had been set down she primarily stood on her bad one by complete accident. Sitting there now she stared around the basement, terrified of what was going to happen. Terrified of what had happened down here.

She shook softly as her eyes slowly went back to him. She should scream for fear, for her life, for everything. But she'd be giving in. He told her to go ahead and scream. So she swallowed the scream that welled up in her throat.
 
Luc shrugged his shoulders “I sold them” he stated as he removed his shirt and walked further into the room “The good ones, the ones that embraced there new life’s, They went to men like me, men that appreciate a good slave” he turned to look at her as she sat on the cold floor “The others, the ones that refused to submit, they went to the whore houses” he smiled “They spend there time strung out on drugs and flat on there backs getting fucked by twenty, thirty guys a day”.

He crouched down in front of her and used the tip of the crop to tilt her head up forcing her to look at him “Which are you, are you going to be an obedient slave or a whore”.
 
The whole time he spoke, she had managed to avoid looking at him and now here he was using his own weapon to lift her head and look at him. Her eyes held daggers. "You won't get away with this." she whispered as she pursed her lips, she'd find a way to get out of this. There had to be a way. She knew there had to be a way out of this.

She thought about her options she had to deal with right now. She could listen and do as told... or ...keep doing as she pleased and get it worse in the end. She wondered if her parents would put a missing child report out for her. She thought about that and his question as she continued rubbing her ankle, never taking her glare off his face. "Fine..." she jerked her head away from the crop. "Fine..." she said quieter giving in.
 
Marcus smirked as she tore her head away from the crop, her eyes downcast and defeated, All her bluster and bravado evaporating. He did not expect for one second that all the fight had gone out of her, but for the moment at least she was his to play with.

He stood towering over her as he remained on the floor clutching her ankle. He reached down and brushed her hair away form her face before taking a grip of a wad of her hair and tugging her forward “Crawl” he barked at her as he stepped backwards pulling him behind him, “I want to hear you say it, Not just ‘fine’ I want to hear you say that you are nothing but a slave”.
 
Brooke cried out jerking her body so she was on her hands and knees, swallowing sharply she moved forward crawling like he wanted, she looked up at him a glare in her eyes. Remembering what she had said, she blinked her eyes clearing them of the glare, a shiver went through her body, realizing what he wanted her to say. Biting her bottom lip she spoke slowly. "I...am nothing but a slave."
 
Marcus continued to pull on her hair, making her crawl across the floor. He directed her past each piece of furniture, letting her get a good look at the medieval contraptions. Finally he directed her towards the bed and dragged her right up to the edge before releasing his grip of her hair.

He turned and sat on the mattress and looked down at her “UP” he commanded “On your feet”. he watched as she slowly stood, gingerly putting weight on her sore ankle. “Well I guess the first thing to do is see what I have to work with” he said with a smile “So Strip”.
 
Each piece of furniture, scared her, she had to wonder what he planned with them...why he had them was an even bigger question. No...how he managed to get them into a home, with out any questions was much bigger then the last question. She couldn't help but shudder as they passed the furniture. His commands made everything worse, putting weight on her ankle caused her eyes to smart again. Quickly she wiped the tears away before they fell.

A moment after she finally reached her shirt and began to take it off. Once off it landed on the floor by her feet. Next, came the bra. Then her skirt. Her panties were already gone, so she reached down and took her socks off after she took her shoes off. Shivering one arm went across her chest, while the other went down to cover her abdominal area.
 
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