You're sitting in Rachel's lap in your school uniform as he grinds and juts up into you. He sucks and licks through your top before ripping it off and eating you alive. His hands go up your skirt and massages your ass before pulling down your underwear, unzipping and pulling his dick out and pushing into you, but he doesn't move. You try to move yourself, but he grabs your wrists and holds you down as he leans into your ear and whispers, "bad girls need to be punished."
You struggle in his lap for any stimulation, but he's holding on too tight. "What did I do wrong, daddy?"
"You look like that. Your little school girl outfit, I had to do something before someone else looked at you too long." He let's go of your wrists and holds onto your hips. "And you did it on purpose you little slut." He nips your skin at the top of your bra, his tongue diving down under it. You can't say anything, he was right after all.
He got frustrated with the thin fabric separating his mouth from your breasts. He quickly pushed it up, exposing you, and puts his hand back on your hip. You weren't moving anytime soon. He didn't devour you like you thought he would, he was slow and meticulous. He got his whole mouth on your left breast, but didn't bite, he was just tasting. Just that. His tongue circling your nipple made you squirm, but he kept you put. So this was your punishment, divine torture to lead you to beg. His hands on your hips slowly pulled off, what's left of, your shirt and undid your bra so there was nothing on your torso to distract him.
The constant licking on your breasts made you so wet that you could feel his shaft slowly deepening inside you. "Rach please, I've had enough I'm sorry."
"It's ok, baby," he removed his hands and gave you free rein, "you asked so nice, there you go."
You bounced and keened for him in his lap while he sat back and watched. You want him to do something, anything, but this was part of the punishment. It wasn't as bad as you thought, but testing his patience again would definitely worsen it. It wasn't much longer before you came and slumped against him, tired from basically doing all the work.
But he's still hard inside you. "You don't think this is over yet, do you?" Bracing yourself, you wrap your arms around his neck as he stands up. Your back is now on a wall and he slowly circles his hips.
"It's a good thing you're cute." He slams into you over and over again on the wall. You can feel your skirt fluttering with his movements and your toes curl in your socks. Each thrust is deeper than the last and you can start to feel yourself going numb. He suddenly gasps and pulls out, letting you fall to the floor as he cums all over your face. You're definitely bruised down there and didn't realize you came again. You sit with your head back on the wall, eyes crossed, and your legs wide open displaying Rachel's work.
*snap*
You focus your eyes and realize that he has a camera and took a picture of your post sex, wasted body.
"That's a keeper, and a good memoir. How about I hang this up, hmm?" If this is his idea of punishment, then you're about to become a real bad girl.
So horny thoughts on main (dunno if I ever posted this thought) but like, imagine a few people from sr playing a game with eachother that causes frustration and what not whilst one of them (or more of them) is/are secretly wearing a sex toy/vibrator that increases the more they fail/the longer the game goes on.
Like the rest of Sr thats playing knows that someone is being a denerate since they are all fake live-streaming, in their private discord (for the rest of sr that can't play or to just have a recording they can look back on later to jack off on to).
Once they have figured out who's wearing it/using it and start degrading the hell out of them or sabotaging them so that the vibe/sex toy goes faster or in some cases goes down a level to deny them the orgasm.
