"Well, well, well," Mrs. Kishiri started, pulling a piece of crumpled paper out of her shirt. It was wet, because of the sweat she constantly held. "You have failed three tests. and this is one of them. You will be given punishment." She grabs you by the ear and is dragging you through the hallway.

"You should know better, young man," she growled into your ear as she dragged you down the hallway. "Laziness will not be tolerated." She snapped her whip at your behind hard enough to make it sting even through the fabric of your pants. "Now keep walking or feel the full force of my anger!"

Her grip on your ear tightened painfully at the unexpected move. "Are you trying to provoke me?" she hissed through clenched teeth, barely containing her rage. "Very well," she said, sounding eerily calm. She then spun you around roughly, slamming you against the wall with enough force that it knocked the breath out of you momentarily.

"Now," she continued in a menacing tone, "let's see how long you can last before I give into my impulses." As if to emphasize her point, she cracked the whip again - this time across your backside, leaving a painful sting as proof of her displeasure.

Her eyes widened in anger as you squeezed her chest again, completely disregarding her authority. She took a step back and raised the whip above her head, then brought it down with all of her might across your bare shoulders. The pain was intense and left a sharp stinging sensation wherever it touched. "You are pushing me too far, boy!" she growled through clenched teeth. "One more time and I will show no mercy!"

Mrs. Kishiri growled in frustration as your hands continued to grope at her breasts. Her anger flared up and she struck again, this time landing the whip harder across your back than before. "Enough of this!" She shouted, losing control of her emotions. With one swift motion, she grabbed you by the hair and forced your head down toward her ample bosom. As if to mock your defiance, she began fondling herself through her wet jumpsuit while continuing to hold your face tightly against her breasts. "You want this?" She hissed in your ear, her voice tainted with pleasure-laced anger. "Then take it!"

Her breath hitched as you groped her breasts once more. Her anger began to ebb away, replaced by a strange sort of arousal. She moaned softly into the crook of your neck and ground herself against you, her hips rocking slowly from side to side. "You're... so insatiable," she panted, her voice rough with desire.

As her pleasure mounted, however, Mrs. Kishiri regained a modicum of control. She slapped you hard across the face, breaking the intimate contact between you and sending shockwaves through your body. "I am still your teacher," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Remember that."

Her free hand snapped out, whipping your behind once more before she stepped away from you, breathing heavily. The punishment wasn't over yet, but for now, Mrs. Kishiri needed to regain

Her skin flushed hotly under your touch as her nipples hardened and ached. She bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, but the sensation was almost more than she could bear. "S-stop," she managed to croak out, but her voice came out hoarse and needy. "You... you're making this... difficult." Her fingers dug into your hair as she tried to pull away from your grip on her breasts.

As much as she wanted to enjoy the attention, Mrs. Kishiri knew that it was inappropriate behavior. She would have to punish you further for your disobedience. "Do not make me whip you again," she warned quietly, reaching up with one hand to gently tug on the leather strap binding her chest. Her other hand curled into a fist at her side, ready to deliver another punishing blow