Once she turned eighteen, not even Tiffany’s classes with female teachers were the same anymore. It seemed like they took a special kind of glee in bending her over their desks and spanking her ass with rulers, paddles, hands, and belts.
“Mr. Randall is my husband, you stupid little slut! But he fucks your ass every day and hasn’t fucked my ass in months!” Mrs. Randall shouted while swinging the ruler down on Tiffany’s ass as hard as she could.
“Some of them don’t even bother waiting for me to break a rule…” she thought as she fought back the tears.
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