Examining the Teacher's Pet: Episode 1

She spotted him first—Zak Tyler, sniffing around the booth like a mutt looking for scraps. January figured, why not. Give the little teacher’s pet a bone and watch him crawl for it. He dropped fast enough, face in the dirt, tongue out, begging for scraps of her time. She fed him her hand first. Open palm, hard and fast. Then the cane—thin, whistling, slicing lines into his ass while he thanked her like it was a privilege. She crushed his balls next, squeezing until his voice cracked and his eyes watered, nothing left to hide behind. SPH came easy; she didn’t even have to reach for it. The truth was right there, small and twitching under her heel. She made him kiss her shoes for it, made him bury his face in her ass until he forgot his own name. Every lick, every whimper, every drop of sweat earned him one more inch of her contempt. He took it all, grinning like an idiot. January already knew what he was: a born ass-kisser with one good use. She’d train the ego out of him slow, one bruise at a time, until the only thing left was obedience and a tongue that knew its place.