Big ass Latina student is grounded for cutting class again

Juana was in trouble again. The perky, curves-in-all-the-right-places Latina teen had been caught skipping school, and this time, her strict headmistress was going to make sure the punishment fit the crime. As the buxom high schooler was led into the spacious, elegantly decorated office, her large, round ass swayed seductively in her skimpy plaid mini-skirt with each step. The skirt was riding up high on her thick thighs as she’d been bending over, “straightening her locker,” all day, showing off her lack of panties to the school’s male faculty.

Inside the lavish office, Headmistress Hope Validus rose from her mahogany desk, adjusting her glasses. She was an attractive 40-something woman with a stern, commanding presence that oozed power and authority. Today, she wore a crisp white blouse that clung to her braless breasts, the nipples visibly poking against the thin fabric. Her dark skirt hugged her wide hips and hips with compliments of her age.

“Juana, you KNOW better than to skip my classes again,” Ms. Validus said, stepping closer. Her voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable undercurrent of anger in her tone. “Tell me, young lady, what happens to naughty, disobedient students who break the rules?”

The petite Latina swallowed hard, her rich brown eyes wide with trepidation. “Uhh…they’re grounded? They have to write lines? Is that what happens?” she asked meekly, wringing her hands together.

Hope chuckled darkly. “Oh darling, you should know me better than that by now.” She traced a manicured nail along the teen’s jawline. “No, punishments in MY school are much more private and…personally administered. Now, take off your clothes,” she ordered smoothly.

Juana gasped, taken aback. “Um, excuse me? This seems a little excessive…” she stammered, cheeks flushing pink.

“Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to argue, sweetheart. Now remove everything. Slowly.” The headmistress held heríc gaze, defiant.

The blush in Juana’s cheeks deepened as she slowly undressed, first peeling off her tight white crop top to reveal her ample, perky breasts. Then she shimmied the plaid skirt down over the tantalizing swell of her thick ass and strong thighs. Soon, she was standing completely naked except for her knee-high, white, thick-soled platform shoes.

Ms. Validus took a moment to admire the girl’s gorgeous figure. “Mmmm now that’s more like it. All right, bend over my desk, Juana. You brought this on yourself.”

After the naked Latina positioned herself submissively on the desk, Ms. Validus walked over and struck her ass sharply five times with a wooden ruler, the loud SMACK! reverberating through the room. Juana yelped each time, her plump cheeks jiggling and turning a delightful pink.

“Now, that’s just a warm-up,” Ms. Validus informed her, tossing the ruler aside. “I think it’s time for you to experience real consequences, don’t you?”

Still smarting from the stinging spanks, Juana could only whimper in response. The headmistress reached into a desk drawer and withdrew a large, latex-covered G-spot vibrator with a swelling head. She rubbed the toy lewdly along the trembling Latina’s puffy outer lips, gathering dewy wetness.

“Let’s see how many orgasms I can wring out of you before you forget all about skipping my classes,” Hope purred. “Count them out for me, little dove. One…”

She pressed the massive sex toy deep into Juana’s virgin-like little pussy, spreading her open and touching every elastic nook. Hereyes rolled back in ecstasy as the intense prostate-like pressure on her mons induced an immediate orgasm. “One!” she cried out.

Without interrupting the deep stimulation, Ms. Validus pressed a button and the vibrator came to life, sending tremors through the young woman’s body. Morse twitches turned into intense steady tremors, mounting ten intense in triangular pattern. The pure pleasure, way too much for mortals to handle, shoved the Latina toward agonizing-induced euphoria. Smiling coldly, Hope jammed the device harder and deeper.

Writhing and howling, the Latina girl flung her body around, juices squirting uncontrollably. Her breath came in violent gasps, chest heaving as she flailed senselessly. She’d never imagine being at mercy to something that forces her to spasm ceaselessly, like her mind was spitting in all directions.

“Miss? Class is over. Come join us for refreshments and I’ll explain today’s lesson,” muddled trucks and throaty commands from the headmistress, which was becoming hard to comprehend as the pleasure immobilized her. It locked her mind, preventing her thoughts to transition into fully fledged sentences, as the pain began setting in.

Finally, exhausted, she fell limp. Hope turned off the toy and removed it. “That’s two orgasms,” she said simply.

Eyes widening at her words, the Latina girl shook her head forcefully. “N-No more, please! I can’t – ARK!” She broke another powerful orgasm, right before orgasm. Her final one, which she wouldn’t recover from.

The lesson was learned. And repeated, many times over as she was plucked from class, bent over a desk, and both her orgasm-purged minds and tight flesh pounded with a vibrating, buzzing, pounding toy to make good her points about the consequences of being a bad girl.

The next video posted will be Juana’s punishment, of course. It’s only natural, after all.