Teachers pet is Reprimanded

Mistress Sabrina Sweet hates Blanka the second the girl sits down and cracks her textbooks open like studying is a sport. Tonight she's alone with her prize pupil and the gloves come off. Sabrina barks orders so close that Blanka feels warm breath on her neck. Her posture is wrong, her pencil grip is weak; every tiny flaw earns a sharp smack across the knuckles or a stinging slap to the ass. Words land like whips—lazy slut, worthless brain, legs spread wider, now. Blanka whimpers, eyes glassy, but Sabrina's hands keep finding fresh spots to punish. Thighs smarting, nipples twisted between cruel fingers, skirt hiked until everything's on display. Sabrina cuffs the backs of Blanka's thighs each time she wobbles, then shoves two long fingers inside her without warning. Another command, another correction, more spanking until Blanka's voice breaks. On the floor now, knees apart, Sabrina stands over her with a strap she slaps against her palm. Every strike of leather leaves fresh welts; Blanka cries through another quiz question, orgasms she didn't ask for, sobbing thanks when the cane kisses her backside in perfect time. She keeps studying—bare, bruised, dripping—while Mistress Sabrina circles her like she plans to keep this game going until dawn.