Panty Sniffing Student Punished

Cadence slips through the unlocked back door, heels clicking against the hardwood, heart hammering in her chest. She was supposed to drop off the assignment and leave. Instead she wanders. One drawer, then another. When she finds the lace and silk tucked in Ms. Comet’s dresser, her breath catches. She presses the panties to her face, inhales deep, free hand already sliding between her thighs. Ms. Comet steps out of the shadows and catches her mid-moan, fingers slick, panties clutched like stolen treasure. Cadence freezes, flushed and shaking. She drops to her knees and begs. Anything. She’ll do anything. Just don’t call the cops. Ms. Comet studies her for a long moment, lips curved in something colder than a smile. She pulls a leather strap from the closet and fits the bright red ball between Cadence’s teeth, buckling it tight behind her blonde hair. The click of the buckle sounds final. Ropes next. Cadence’s wrists yanked behind her, elbows cinched close, chest thrust forward against the edge of the bed. Ms. Comet lifts the wooden ruler from the desk, tests its weight, then brings it down across bare skin in sharp, measured strokes. Each smack lands with a crack that leaves Cadence jerking and whimpering around the gag. When the punishment slows, Ms. Comet leans close, breath hot against Cadence’s ear. Her voice is low, almost tender. She admits what she’s wanted since the first day of class—the quiet girl in the front row, the way her skirts rode up when she crossed her legs. The ruler clatters to the floor. Ms. Comet’s fingers replace it, slick and unhurried, working Cadence open while the gag keeps every sound trapped behind her teeth.