1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 8: Mrs. Corra, Progressive Teaching


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    doing that.” “Just keep solving your problem.” I dismissively waved my hand. Mr. Fairburn broke the kiss and whispered something in Miss Sullivan's ear. She grinned back at her boyfriend and nodded her head. She straddled Mr. Fairburn's lap, his hands cupping her ass through her short skirt. All the eyes in the room were on my young Masters. “All I had to do next was find the square root of 25, which is 5 and...” “Oh, Damien!” Miss Sullivan moaned, her hips bouncing up and down on his lap, clearing riding his cock. A summer spent in Mr. and Mrs. Glassner's neighborhood, where casual sex abounded, seemed to have warped my Masters' sense of appropriateness. The neighborhood was full of horny bodyguards and sluts, and let's not forget Dr. Willow WolfTail's insatiable nurses. My two Masters had reveled in it. Almost any woman living in the neighborhood were available to satisfy any desires the two had. “I love your pussy,” Mr. Fairburn moaned, then started kissing her again. Her naked ass flashed as she fucked him fast, her skirt rising up and down. “Why aren't you doing anything?” demanded Miss Brentwood. “Shut up!” Mr. Cleveland shouted. The bulky linebacker was appreciatively eyeing Miss Sullivan's ass. “This is wrong!” Miss Brentwood actually stamped her foot. “Mrs. Corra, what is wrong with you? This is unacceptable behavior!” She was getting on my nerves. I glanced at my Masters and saw Mr. Fairburn nod to me. “Miss Brentwood, you sit down right this instant and stop ...
    causing a disruption in my classroom!” The prissy girl blinked at me. “What? I'm the one causing a disturbance? I'm going to go tell the principal what sort of behavior you seem to find acceptable!” “Now I have had enough of your insolence!” I reached out, grabbed her arm, and hauled her over to my desk. “It's time for you to be disciplined.” “What!” she yelled as I tried to force her over my desk. She squired in my arms. “Help! Help!” “Ohh,” Miss Sullivan giggled, looking over her shoulder. “Give her a good spanking, Mrs. Corra!” “I plan on it, Miss Sullivan,” I answered. “Now stop struggling, Miss Brentwood. You're just making your punishment worse!” “Help me!” she screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks. The door opened and 02 stuck her head in. “Is everything all right in here?” the bodyguard asked, concern on her light brown face. “She's assaulting me! Help!” Mrs. Brentwood shouted at the sluttily dressed bodyguard. “I could use some help disciplining this student,” I said. 02 glanced at the back of the room. Miss Sullivan and Mr. Fairburn had changed positions. She was bent over the desk, and he was plowing her from behind. “Help her,” Miss Sullivan commanded the bodyguard. “Of course, ma'am,” 02 answered, striding into the classroom, her perky tits seemingly about to spill out of her half-unbuttoned, navy-blue blouse. “What?” Miss Brentwood gaped as the bodyguard grasped her wrists and yanked her across the desk, pinning her in place. “Stop resisting or I'll handcuff you,” ...
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