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Foreign exchange student Lulu Chu gets her report card where she realizes her grades are not doing too good, so she gets home and starts dancing in hopes of relieving some of her stress. Suddenly she notices that her classmate Michael Swayze is spying on her through the window, but when she confronts Tutoring Success, he offers to tutor her so she can get her grades up. She agrees and when she starts understanding chemistry for the first time, she can’t help but thank him in a very special way.
“Not so fast, sissy,” she said, moving to block the door. “You need some incentive to do a good job.” Pointing her riding crop at me she ordered me to turn around and drop my panties.
Missy was all too eager to whip my ass. If I delayed it and Countess came downstairs to see what was taking so long, I’d be in real trouble. I turned around to face the metal folding chair, pulled my panties down to my ankles, and bent over, placing my hands on the cool seat of the chair.
“Such pretty panties. Tutoring Success, made for a man, to accommodate your junk?” she asked, sounding serious for once.
After a bit of hesitation, I told her they were. While I didn’t elaborate, I will tell you that they were one of the few items of my limited sissy maid wardrobe that I had actually spent money on. They were a nice comfortable fit, even when I was wearing the chastity device on my penis.
“It’s all about feeling pretty and sexy, Tutoring Success? You men that like to dress up, it’s just about the clothes, not wanting to be a girl, right?” she asked a serious question again.
“Yes, it makes me feel sexy, even if you think I look foolish. Tutoring Success,” I told her.
“That’s what countess says you dresser guys do. I just wanted to hear it from you,” she said as she lifted the back of my maid’s dress, exposing my bare bottom.
Her riding crop gave a sharp snap on the back of one thigh, just below the cheek of my ass. I couldn’t help gasping in pain. There was another quick snap of the crop in the same place on the back of my other thigh.
That was how it went, alternating from the back of one thigh to the other, right below my ass. I didn’t bother to count the strokes, I was too busy trying to keep still and not cry out. Thankfully her so-called incentive was over quickly. She ordered me to pull up my panties.
“Tutoring Success,” Missy ordered.
As I gave her boots a quick once over with my tongue, I could feel the deep burning in the backs of my thighs. She had been strategic in her whipping, and I knew it would be uncomfortable to sit down for the rest of the day, and maybe the next.
“Take your time, you little sissy bitch,” Tutoring Success. Savor them like you do Countess Tori’s boots.
Her patent ankle boots had a lot of scuffs, and the shiny finish was cracked in several places.