School Of Submission: Brooke Johnson - Day One

Brooke Johnson struts into the School of Submission wearing a tight little outfit meant to catch the eye. The Pope wastes no time. He slices the fabric away, pausing only on the top so he can clamp a clothespin onto each nipple. He tests the pain slowly, then fast, watching her flinch as each pin snaps free. The skirt goes next. Crop in hand, he marks her flesh from ass to stomach to tits, striking until the skin burns red and tender. Clothespins return to her bruised nipples, each one biting into flesh already raw from the crop. The vibrator comes out and he pulls two quick orgasms from her, just enough to keep her needy. She drops to all fours. He straddles her back, palms grinding into her sides before the flogger falls across her shoulders and down to her thighs. The ribbed baton follows, sharp and heavy, then the custom wooden paddle cracks louder, driving the lesson deeper. Brooke takes it all, and he rewards her again with the vibrator pressed hard until she shakes. Candle wax splatters across her back; she’s forced to hold the Hitachi to her cunt without coming while he scrapes the cooling wax free with crop and paddle. She kneels on four stands next, ribs already aching, ass marked again by baton and cane. A rope loops her waist and splits her pussy, the free end tied to a heavy wooden box she must drag across the floor. She pulls. She strains. When she reaches the center, The Pope gives her what she’s earned: orgasm after hard, shaking orgasm.