Your friends hang their heads in shame as you stalk away, muttering darkly about retribution. They're quiet for the rest of the day, not daring to even look at each other without guilt creeping into their eyes. It won't be until much later that they dare speak your name again, and when they do it will be with a newfound respect and caution.

Days pass with the group tense and awkward around each other. No one dares to make eye contact with you, let alone say anything that might further upset you. The guilt weighs heavily on them, and they know it'll be a long time before any of them can truly forgive themselves for what happened.

"Good girl," Emily praises with a sadistic grin. "Now let's see if you've learned anything during these past weeks... or shall I make sure you never forget what happens when you disobey?"

Emily’s twisted smile widens. "Very good. You are learning how to be a true slave. Soon, both your body and spirit will belong entirely to me." The paddle sings through the air again, each strike etching another reminder onto Lily's quivering flesh.

As the principal rides you, her face flushes with pleasure and her grip on your hips tightens. She looks down into your eyes, her expression a mix of lust and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers again, "for being so wonderful." Her body begins to move faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she approaches her climax.

With a loud moan, she throws her head back, her orgasm washing over you like a wave.

The principal's body trembles as she comes down from her orgasm, her grip on your hips loosening slightly. Her gaze never leaves yours, and there's an air of intimacy between you that wasn't present earlier today. As she catches her breath, she leans forward to press a soft kiss against your lips before dismounting and helping you free yourself from the wall.

"Thank you,"