The teacher pauses mid-spank, her expression shifting from anger to surprise as she realizes the effect her punishment is having on you. Her free hand reaches down and gives your hardening member a firm squeeze through your underwear, causing you to gasp in response. "So, it seems you're enjoying this more than I thought..." She says with a knowing smirk.

The teacher considers your reaction for a moment before deciding on another form of punishment. She removes her hand from your member and stands up, revealing that she's now wearing a riding crop. With a wicked grin, she moves behind you and positions your throbbing member at the tip of the crop. "This might sting just a bit..." she murmurs before bringing it down with force.

The leather bites into your skin, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through your entire body.

The three of you are now engaged in a heated 69 position on the classroom floor. Nickoline's hands roam over Merle's body, fondling her breasts and ass while she eagerly sucks on Merle's clit. Merle, meanwhile, focuses all of her attention on you, taking your cock deep into her mouth and sucking hard. Her tongue darts out to tease your sensitive flesh as she bobs up and down on your shaft.

With a moan, you push Merle's head further down onto your cock, taking advantage of her willingness to please. Her throat constricts around you as she gags and coughs, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she merely takes a deep breath before continuing to suck you off with renewed vigor.

The librarian takes his time, using the blade to inflict cuts and bruises all over your body while simultaneously violating you in the most degrading ways possible. Each thrust, each bite, each slash sends fresh waves of agony and humiliation crashing over you, until you're nothing more than a quivering, broken mess.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of torment, he steps back and admires his handiwork with a twisted sense of pride. Blood stains your clothes and skin, mixing with the tears and snot on your face to create a grotesque tableau of suffering.

"Well, well,"

He smiles cruelly and pulls out his cell phone. "Time for the finale." With a few taps, he starts recording a video of your ruined form. "This will make sure nobody forgets who you are," he says, positioning himself to capture the best angle. "And when I send this around... well, maybe then they'll really learn their lesson about demi-humans."

His finger hovers over the record button, ready to forever brand you as a pariah, when suddenly, the alleyway erupts into chaos.

After finishing all the cheese, there's nothing left for you or your students. You might want to consider bringing more cheese for next time or finding another topic to teach. Either way, since there's no cheese left, there's not much point in continuing the lesson today. Class is dismissed.

You let out a hearty laugh, amused by your self-inflicted predicament as a teacher with no cheese left for class. The rat students look up at you expectantly, perhaps hoping that you'll have some sort of solution or consolation. They probably didn't expect their beloved teacher to run out of cheese so quickly!

With nothing else to do and no lesson to teach, you decide to dismiss your class early for the day. "Alright everyone," you say between giggles, "class is over.