The severity, and often, the instrument of punishment, are decided only by the headmistress. He had been led to the room with his hands cuffed behind ...im and wearing ankle chains. He was forcibly bent over the punishment structure, the waist strap secured, and the ankle chains removed. Then the two women who brought him into the punishment room stripped him of his clothes from the waist down and cuffed his ankles to the rear legs of the structure. They removed his handcuffs and stripped off his. “Rub my feet and I wont tell anybody.” I told her “No way.” She then said “Oh please…” I still refused. “If you be nice, I’ll be nice.” She said, making it seem like we would be on much softer terms and more lighthearted also. She made sure of her friendly entertainer like personality. So in jest I pretended like this would certainly be a chore, and I hoped she wouldn’t sense my crotch expanding in my uniform pants. I think she knew I had a fetish. One time in the office she was. He hoped she was enjoying this as much as he was and discreetly brushed a hand against the top of her thigh and her waist. The elevator dinged at the 24th floor. Everyone hastened out. The woman grabbed Emerson by the wrist and tugged him towards another cluster of elevators where many less people were waiting. Her crooked smile still on her lips and a glint of lust in her eyes. Emerson’s butterflies had settled. Now all he felt was an intense desire blinding all other intentions. They took the. That was it, grunting slightly, I thrust my cock firmly through her lightly gripping hand and shot a long string of white cum onto the black lace target in front of me, watching as it splashed onto the blue velvet. This immediately focused her attention on me and she pushed her ass closer to my groin to catch every drop of my seed on her ass as it continued to spurt from my still hard rod. Rita looked gleefully at my face as she worked atentatively on my cock, mouthing the words “Naughty boy.”.