These three little brats think they’ve been sent to the discipline program over some silly misunderstanding, but I see right through them. The moment they strutted in—tight tank tops hugging their tits, short skirts barely covering their asses, lips pouting like they’re begging to be put in their place—I knew exactly what kind of trouble they were. And it’s my job to correct that.
All they have to do is agree to my methods. First, I’ll start with a firm hand—or better yet, a ruler—across their plump, round asses. They’ll bend over my desk, presenting those perfect cheeks for a proper spanking, learning the hard way what happens when they break the rules.
Next, they’ll take a little test—one with a twist. A vibrating toy buried deep in each of their tight little pussies, buzzing away while they struggle to focus. Let’s see how well they handle temptation.
Then comes the real humiliation. Stripped bare, dressed only in the harnesses and leashes I provide, they’ll crawl on all fours as I lead them through the school like the needy little pets they are. Everyone will see just how badly they need to be trained.
And to make sure the lesson sticks? They’ll kneel before me, tongues working between each other’s thighs, tasting just how wet their misbehavior has made them. Then, they’ll take turns worshipping my cock—sucking, riding, fucking themselves on it until they’re screaming for release.
If ruining them is what it takes to turn them into good girls, then I’ll ruin them as many times as necessary.