241008態度が悪い子に理解させた件d1

Title: The Naughty Tutorial

Misa had been a problematic student in classes since day one. Despite her radiant good looks and petite figure, she had an attitude problem that rubbed the rest of the class the wrong way. Her continuous snarky comments and backtalk often led to confrontations with authority figures, resulting in detention. After yet another outburst, the school guidance counselor had enough and called in her father, Hiroshi.

“Excuse me, Misa-san seems to have a disciplinary issue here,” Mrs. Tanaka explained to Hiroshi patiently. “She’s been quite disrespectful to teachers and peers lately. I feel a stronger disciplinary tactic would be beneficial.” Mrs. Tanaka’s idea was to have Hiroshi put his daughter in a compromising position, strip her bare, and let her reflect on her poor attitude and behavior. Hiroshi, while fierce about his daughter’s upbringing, had never even considered such a bold punishment.

Misa snickered as her father arrived. “Fired me from the top of the class again? Am I really that bad?” She sassed in a haughty tone. Mrs. Tanaka took Misa’s hands and bound them snugly together in front of her, while Hiroshi held his daughter in place from behind.

“Misa, I expect more from you, especially in class,” Mrs. Tanaka scolded sternly. “We’re going to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

Misa’s face burned hot. “What are you going to do? I’m not scared of you!”

Mrs. Tanaka crossed her arms. “Hiroshi, restrain her.”

As soon as he heard Mrs. Tanaka’s command, he hoisted Misa over his shoulder, her body facing downwards. Misa’s face reddened as she squirmed against his solid hold, just as Mrs. Tanaka raised the paddle from her desk. “Yes…she needs to be taught a thing or two.” The two bracketed Misa on the desk, Hiroshi pinning his noisy daughter against the surface.

“STOP! Let go of me, both of you!” Misa protested, irked by the restraining hold. Her wailing protests fell on deaf ears as Mr. Hiroshi coated her panties with her own buttjuice. Dressed in her white schoolgirl outfit and silky pink panties, she made for quite the demeaning sight. Hiroshi forced his fingers between her cheeks, sliding them through her slit.

“You’re 18. You’re getting spanked whether you like it or not,” Hiroshi growled.

“Ngh…this is ridiculous,” Misa murmured, her face flushed deep red. Hiroshi reached around and gave a sharp smack to her drooling mound. She let out a piercing moan, bucking her hips backwards. Mrs. Tanaka watched intently, captivated by Misa’s crimson cheeks.

“Count them. And thank me,” Hiroshi ordered curtly.CRACK! Another resounding spank landed on Misa’s tender flesh, and she shrieked into the desk. “Do you want me to go harder?”CRACK! Once more, the flat of his palm hit the most sensitive part of her. “Oww! All right, all right, I’ll count it! Two! Thank you!” she shrieked loudly enough for the whole class to hear the dominos falling.

CRACK!CRACK! “Three, thank you! Four, thanks!” Is she enjoying this?CRACK!CRACK! Her screams accentuated the bursting agony, as the sting only intensified the burning in herVULVA. CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK! “One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight!” she called out breathlessly between gasps, thanking begrudgingly.

Her body trembled as each slap reverberated through her body and between her legs. Her snatch was dripping onto the wood desk below as she writhed helplessly in front of the entire school counsellor.

As the spanking continued, her attitude gradually shifted. The humiliation eventually washed over her in a euphoric wave, and she found herself powerless to resist her growing arousal.

CRACK!CRACK!CRACK! “Nine, thank you! Ten…” Her throat was hoarse from screaming, and her entire body was slick with sweat and juices. Hiroshi admired his work gleaming in the light.

Misa laid panting on the desk, tears staining her face, thighs quivering with shameful pleasure, and Mrs. Tanaka let out a devious grin. “I think that’s enough, for now,” the school counsellor purred. She motioned for Hiroshi to help Misa off the desk, and they turned around to exit the office.

Mrs. Tanaka held the door open. “I expect your attitude to be much improved going forward, Misa. I’ll make sure to keep a closer eye on you.” Mrs. Tanaka bid them farewell and returned to her work, leaving an ample time for father-daughter bonding.

Misa was still delirious from the spanking, her thighs weak and dripping. She knew Mrs. Tanaka had more in store for her, but until then, she could reflect on her poor behavior. Hiroshi guided his daughter out to the car, eager to get home so she could recuperate.

All the way home, Misa’s pussy was on fire, not only from the throbbing sting of her red glowing bottom but from how intensely humiliating – and arousing – the entire ordeal had been. Despite her bruised ego, she couldn’t help but feel a tingle between her legs from the arm baring, the spanks, and Mrs. Tanaka’s penetrating gaze piercing into her very soul.

What would Mrs. Tanaka’s next move be? And who else would she call on to reinforce her teachings? Misa wondered if her mother would learn of this. What more punishments awaited the troublesome girl? All these thoughts swirled in her head, as Mr. Hiroshi guided his daughter home.