Service Session: Shevon's Failures

Cherry Torn puts Sarah Shevon on her knees. Shevon's homework lies scattered, every page blank. Torn slams the folder shut, then cracks a leather strap across Shevon's bare thighs. Each blow lands harder. Shevon's skin blooms red. Torn grabs her by the hair, forces her face down onto the desk, and yanks her wrists behind her back. Rope bites into flesh. Shevon twists, but Torn pulls the knots tighter. A plug waits on the tray. Torn spits on it, works it into Shevon's ass in short, steady thrusts until the base sits flush. Shevon groans through the gag Torn straps between her teeth. Torn takes the cane next. She lines up strokes across Shevon's cheeks, letting the wood whistle before it lands. Each stripe is deliberate. Shevon jerks against the ropes, drool slipping past the gag. Torn sets the cane aside, spreads Shevon's legs wider, and presses two gloved fingers inside her cunt. She pumps slowly, watching the plug shift with every push. Shevon strains, trying to stay quiet, but Torn's fingers curl and her voice breaks. Torn leans close, breath hot on Shevon's ear. House rules are spoken once, then enforced. Shevon listens now. Torn keeps her pinned, working her open, making sure every inch of the lesson sinks in.