Stella’s been caught. Again. Phone out during class, giggling at dirty pictures her friends send her. Principal Rosie doesn’t mince words—she’s ready to hand her walking papers. Then the older woman pauses, eyes narrowing with something darker than anger. She offers Stella a choice: lose the job, or feed Rosie’s hidden hunger. They step into a private room lined with straps, cuffs, and leather. Rosie waits, letting the silence stretch. Stella can take it as punishment, or she can admit how much the idea already has her wet. Either way, the gag’s coming out next.
Stella’s been caught. Again. Phone out during class, giggling at dirty pictures her friends send her. Principal Rosie doesn’t mince words—she’s ready to hand her walking papers. Then the older woman pauses, eyes narrowing with something darker than anger. She offers Stella a choice: lose the job, or feed Rosie’s hidden hunger. They step into a private room lined with straps, cuffs, and leather. Rosie waits, letting the silence stretch. Stella can take it as punishment, or she can admit how much the idea already has her wet. Either way, the gag’s coming out next.