No One is As Flexible As a Ballerina: Raise Her Tutu Skirt and Find Out
09/10/2025
Come on! I deserved the main role in the ballet, and everybody knew it. All I did was claim what was supposed to be mine. Sure, maybe writing "whore" in the bathroom mirror was too much, but people come to watch beautiful ballerinas like me, not whatever they let on the stage. Yet, Counselor Peter thought my actions should have consequences, and if I didn't want to be expelled, my only other option was to join his brat-taming program, so I consented to all treatments. His first reform technique was fondling and groping. He stripped me down, taking off my tutu skirt and leotard as he rubbed his cock against my ass and squeezed my tits. I worked really hard to be a part of this, so I was not backing off. The second technique was cum denial. He used a dildo and gently touched my pussy with it until I begged him to let me cum. Suddenly, his program turned into something else, something I craved. The more I surrendered, the more I wanted him to fuck me. Finally, he took me to the bathroom I vandalized, and he pounded me in front of that same mirror right after I sucked his cock. If discipline always feels this good, maybe I do need more of it.
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