I’m pretty sure this bondage spanking is not the treatment for which Our Heroine Jessie Cox gave her informed consent when she closed the exam room door today:
But as you can see, it’s just about the least of the kinky treatments she actually got in the Whipped Ass clinic:
That last procedure was apparently lacking in therapeutic result, so the evil nurses prescribed a caning for good measure.
It’s a squalid situation. The private investigator has compromising photos, and if she doesn’t want her husband to see them, she has to do all of the kinky things the PI wants. The least of these is the bondage caning…
If you had a switch in your hand … and in this situation, you would … you’d never be able to resist pulling those panties just a bit further down and turning that cute pasty-white bottom quite creditably red:
If you like the whole slutty/lesbian/student/teacher/BDSM genre, do I have a treat for you! Kristina Rose is an inmate in an institution of lower learning. She (and they) are clear on how young ladies being crammed with knowledge (and whatever) are supposed to dress, but as soon as she gets some textbooks in her possession, she runs off to the ladies room and uses them as a footrest so she can get her pussy lips a little bit further apart for some quality masturbation time:
In other words, a little unclear on this “study” concept. But she’s enthusiastic about her “work”:
Trouble with institutions like this is, there’s always pervy teachers patrolling the bathrooms. And this one is no exception. Here’s Lorelei Lee snooping along when she scents trouble (aka unauthorized arousal) and bends over to peep under the stalls:
Eyeball to the stall crack tells the rest of the sordid tale, catching Kristina at a particularly unguarded moment:
And then it’s time for the big confrontation scene! Kristina of course gets dragged out by her ear, with her panties around her ankles. Cussing, screaming, denying everthing, some spanking and a firm hand in the hair gets her calmed down rapidly enough:
Professor Lorelei, an old hand at this sort of thing, isn’t afraid to confront her with the olfactory evidence, which soon puts a stop to her denials:
And then it’s time to move on to the more formal part of the punishment program. It’s to be paddles and whips and naked bondage, oh, my!
I did not know until today that the Fucking Machines people had a robotic spanking machine complete with a Plexiglass spanking wall designed to protect all but the target bottom from the flailing of their robot-powered Lexan paddle:
To be honest, I can take or leave the services of the robot spanker; my own arm gets the job done. But I wouldn’t mind having one of those big Lexan wall disks with the bottom-sized holes in it…