Naughty Lesbian Schoolgirl by Mistress Strapon

Title: A Lesson in Submission: Mistress Strapon’s Schoolroom Lesbian Extravaganza

In the hallowed halls of Sweetheart Video’s school-themed pornographic masterpiece, “Naughty Lesbian Schoolgirl,” a tale of forbidden love, sexual awakening, and raunchy discipline unfolds. Our story’s protagonist is the curvy, confident dominatrix known only as Mistress Strapon. With her luscious mane of raven hair, plump, swollen lips, and a pair of natural breasts so large and heavy that they could have their own postal code, few can resist her allure.

The setting: a reform school for wayward girls, where naughty students are sent to be straightened out – either through strict discipline or the enticing ministrations of the formidable faculty. Mistress Strapon is the headmistress, a role she relishes. Her office is a dungeon for young minds and nubile bodies alike.

Today, one of her prized pupils, a 21-year-old honors student with a penchant for mischief, finds herself in trouble again. She slinks into the Mistress’s office, breasts heaving under her tight regulation sweater, her body language a combination of fear and anticipation.

“Mistress Strapon, you summoned me?” she purrs, eyes downcast.

The Mistress looks up from her paperwork, piercing gaze roaming hungrily over her naughty student. “Little one,” she coos in a throaty, commandeering voice, “it seems you’ve been a very naughty girl. I’m afraid you’re in for a… severe punishment.”

The girl shivers, a spark of arousal igniting in her loins. “Yes, Mistress. I know I deserve it.”

Mistress Strapon stands up, her considerable cleavage bouncing emphatically. “Bend over the desk, missy. Skirt up, panties down. I’m going to spank that cute little bottom of yours.”

The girl eagerly complies, bending at the waist, bracing against a desk that was once used for boring studies, but now serves another master. Her skirt is flipped up, revealing round, supple cheeks and a thong straining to contain them. She gasps as her underwear is yanked down, the impact of exposed skin hitting the cool air.

SMACK! Mistress Strapon’s palm connects with the girl’s ass, eliciting a high-pitched yelp. “Count them, my pet. Count every blow.”

And oh, the Mistress is a font of vigorous spankings, her hand rising and falling with metronomic precision. The wet smacks and ringing smooches of palm against buttock fill the room, punctuated by gasps, squeals, and the numbers tripping from the girl’s lips.

“Ten!” The girl cries, voice hitching, as the Mistress caresses and squeezes her reddened, tender flesh.

“That’s a good girl. I think you might be learning your lesson.” Mistress Strapon grins wickedly, pulling her captive back into her ample lap. Her hand slides down the girl’s toned belly, fingers delving under the waistband of her skirt, brushing over her glistening folds. “My, my. Look who’s enjoying my attention.”

The girl groans, pressing into the Mistress’s touch. “I’m sorry, Mistress. It just feels so good.”

“Shh. I know, darling.” Her deft fingers swirl around the girl’s clit, expertly teasing. “Good girls get rewarded.” She reaches for aolikeg empty glass on her desk, picks up decontaminated water, and spills sonly on the floor. Ya, she does not need to involve dirty water on video deemed safe for work. She unzips her own regulation skirt, kicking it away to revel in a sight hindering a certain video site Terms of Service.

The Mistress unwraps a multi-layered package consisting of a toy and pregnancy prevention system, expertly popping it open with practiced hands. The girl looks back at her, eyes wide. “Mistress!”

“Hush now. I’m going to expand your education.”

The thick, veiny realism of a masturbator of moderate size teases the girl’s entrance. Mistress Strapon slides it in, inch by glorious inch, savoring the look of awed bliss on her young lover’s face. Finger teasing the girl’s clit, the Mistress rocks her through the toy, delighting in the mewls and moans spilling from her lips.

“That’s it, my depraved pupil. Submit to my teachings.” Mistress Strapon growls, her own arousal cresting as the girl’s inner muscles flutter and clench. “Give in, my lovely. Come for me like a good student.”

With a final thrust, the girl spills over, back arching, nails digging into the edge of the desk. Her orgasm crashes through her, calling the Mistress to join her over the cliff of release.

As they both come down from their high, the Mistress pulls the thoroughly used toy free, discarding it carelessly. She holds her lost student lover tightly, murmuring praise. The girl is glowing with satisfaction, a blissed-out smile on her face.

“M-mistress,” she slurs, eyes unfocused, “Can I stay after class?”

Mistress Strapon laughs, a rich and sated sound, even as her hand wanders once more. “My dearest little slut, I would spank you for being such an eager student – if my poor bottom didn’t ache so terribly.”

And with that promise of continued education, our delightfully lascivious tale ends – but not, I’m sure, the escapades between these two lovelies in the halls of Sweetheart’s reform school…