Araminta’s orgasm went on and on as the professor held the buzzing knob against her clit, until at last she relaxed and went limp upon the table. Nesterius took the wand away and clicked it off, and silence returned to the room but for the heavy, nearly sobbing breathing of a girl forced to a climax for which she hadn’t asked, made to display her submissive need while held in the grasp of her masters.
“Red, Colonel Federan,” said the professor, “go ahead and close those knees up. I’m going to cane her now.” He stepped away from the table to return to the cabinet. Araminta looked up wildly from the table.
“But… but I let you…”
Federan couldn’t suppress a laugh at that.
“No, you didn’t, girl. We put you over the table, remember? The professor is teaching you that your pussy and your bottom belong to us, now, and we will do what we want with them.”
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