"P-professor," Solana whimpered, bowing her head as she lowered down, taking her place kneeling in front of Roxanne. Her hands were expertly tied behind her back, and the vibrator she slowly lowered herself onto made her apprehensive about continuing, even if that's what she'd been told to do. "Maybe we should slow down. I don't know if I'm ready yet."
"But this is the current unit," Roxanne said calmly, with the sort of saintly patience she gave her students in a more traditional classroom setting. She sat on her desk, legs spread with one reaching over and resting on the ranger's shoulder. Her dress was pulled up to reveal a large hole torn in the crotch area of her pantyhose. One of her hands was lost in Solana's long blue hair, holding her head against her thigh so that every quivering breath ran warmly against her aching slit. The other held her yardstick, an unyielding, thick one that held an erect feather at the end of it. It was a tool effective for both teasing and discipline, and though she currently let the feather run gently along the ranger's bare skin, that could have changed in an instant. "Surely you've done your homework," she added with a chuckle, smirking widely to herself, pressing down with her leg and forcing Solana a little closer to the ground.
The strong, brave ranger shivered before the gym leader in a display of submission. Her head leaned down and pressed hard into Roxanne's thigh, an attempt to keep herself stable as the vibrator, moving faster than she probably would have liked, slipped deeper into her. In truth, she hadn't done her homework, which was what Roxanne called her training. No preparation meant that she was wholly unprepared for her test, as it were, but she didn't dare admit that. Roxanne demanded absolute obedience, and the punishment for not doing her homework was far worse than a lower grade in her private class.
"O-of course I did," she said, shutting her eyes tightly, both to hide her lie and because she finally came down fully, the toy pressing deep into her and violently shaking. She let out a whine and pressed her head harder into her teacher's thigh, giving it a small kiss and apologizing in her mind for telling a lie. Not wishing to draw any further ire, she wiggled her hips a little and whimpered, regretting her procrastination. She'd have been better prepared if she had obeyed.
Her assignment had been to practice on the very toy that currently lay buried inside of her. Without the scarf tying her hands up or the demands of her mistress or the threat of a ruler brought to her ass fifty or so times, Solana could have come to get used to the toy and it's sole, super-powerful setting. She hadn't though, and was now in deep.
Roxanne could even tell that her student was lying. She was an awful liar, and showed it boldly. Instead of bending her over the desk and punishing her ass repeatedly, though, Roxanne merely tightened the hold in her hair. She was too turned on by the ragged, wet breaths against her slit, which teased and tingled diabolically. Doling out punishment on the ranger's taut, athletically-toned ass would have to wait. Instead, she tightened the hold on her hair, wrist tilting a little to provide some pull, and she forcing Solana's head between her legs with a little more desperation than a composed dom ought to have.
Without a word or cry, the Solana began to eat the gym leader out eagerly. Her tongue lapped Roxanne's damp pussy with devotion and reverence, each lick a show of admiration. It was an honour to go down on her mistress, even if the tugging on her ponytail was getting a little tighter every time she moaned. Every drop of sweet nectar was a reward for good behavior, and she would, in spite of her lack of studying, pass the test before her with flying colours. She was sure of it.
But next time, she'd be sure to do her homework.