The Disciplining of Ms. Welsh - Ms. Spencer and Natasha Vaughn's Private Session (for BlackAkuma)

[Nymph]

It seemed that Natasha’s moment of control was over, Ms. Spencer being fed up with the Camel Clutch plus breasts groping and decided to finally start fighting back. Blaze stumbled forwards and that was the beginning of Ms. Spencer’s comeback because before the redhead could notice the teacher had broken the distance separating them and suddenly a firm arm was wrapping around her neck as her body was bent in an inverted facelock.

Natasha groaned in protest when her back sent some pain signals through her brain. The damage wasn’t that big but it was enough for it to consider. Then something would pile up on top of the pain: a pleasant sensation coming from her chest as Ms. Spencer started caressing her bust and slowly getting rid of her buttons. “Why, you freak!” Nat feigned disgust while writhed in the hold just to showcase how weak the knot holding her shirt together was now.

[BlackAkuma]

”Easy now. Easy.” Muriel cooed, as she kept Ms. Vaughn secure in the hold. ”You wouldn’t want to get hurt now, would you, Ms. Welsh?”

Despite the play, there was some genuine concern here, too. After all, the inverted facelock was a potentially dangerous move if done poorly, forcing the neck at an unnatural angle. Luckily for the redhead, Muriel was an old hat with moves such as this, and knew the best way to hold her so that she wouldn’t be seriously harmed with it. The way that gave her easy access to the woman’s body with minimal straight.

”A freak, am I?” Muriel ran her fingers over the freed breast and gave them a gentle, loving caress, before she brought that hand lower and lower still, tracing along the contours of her stomach and admiring the smoothness.

”You say that as if it’s a bad thing, Ms. Welsh. But I suspect you’ve held certain feelings for this ‘freak’, have you not?” Muriel found Ms. Vaughn’s belly button and idly drove her nail into it with light pokes. ”Am I wrong?”