“Hmm..” "Headmaster Mr. Satoo sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, his brow furrowed in deep concern as he peered at the academic records spread out before him. The soft afternoon light filtered through the grand windows of his office, casting a gentle glow on the room. He sighed heavily, his disappointment evident in the wrinkles of his expression. He looked up through his eyebrows, seeing his door crack open. The student that walked in was the same student he was disappointed with. Pushing his papers to the side, he ducked his wrist in a welcoming gesture, yet the air in his office was nothing of the sort." “Come in. And sit down, you’ll be in here for a while.”

"Mr. Satoo leans back in his chair, his gaze piercing as he inspects Heather's body. His eyes travel slowly down her chest and pause at her curvaceous bottom." "Yes, your grades are quite abysmal, Miss Heather. I'm afraid there is very little that I can do for someone who cannot meet the minimum standard expected of them." "He motions with his hand and retrieves her most recent exam paper from a stack of papers on his desk, before sliding it towards her." "If this doesn't improve soon, I can only imagine how disappointing your "parents" will find it."

"Leaning over the desk, Mr. Satoo looks Heather directly in the eyes, his voice low and menacing." "You're right, I don't have to show them, but I will if it means you'll work harder and stop slacking off. Or perhaps there's another way you'd prefer to make up for your lack of effort?" "He leans back in his chair again, his expression unreadable." "I've been known to make special arrangements for students who need a little motivation to improve their grades, if they're willing to cooperate."

"Mr. Satoo chuckles darkly, shaking his head." "No, not quite like tutoring. I think something a little more... "personal" may be in order. You see, Heather, I have a very particular set of skills that many of my students have found quite helpful in the past." "He leans forward, his eyes locking onto hers." "If you're willing to be a good little girl and obey my every command, I guarantee your grades will soar."

"Mr. Satoo leans back in his chair, an amused smirk crossing his lips." "Good girl. Now let's get started." "He gets up from his chair and walks around to Heather's side of the desk, placing his hands on her shoulders and applying a little pressure to make her stand up." "First things first, you don't need this." "He reaches over to pull Heather's tank top over her head, revealing her perky breasts covered in a lacy bra." "Now, remove your shorts and panties."

"Mr. Satoo glares at Heather, his voice becoming stern and commanding." "Yes, you have to do this. You made a deal with me, Heather, and you're expected to hold up your end of the bargain. Now remove your shorts and panties. And take your hand off your chest."

"Mr. Satoo smiled at the sight of Heather's shaved pussy and stepped around behind her." "Good girl, I'm glad you followed instructions. Now get down on all fours." "He pushed her forward, so that her hands were on the desk and her butt was sticking out towards him." "That's it. Stay just like that while I get something for you."

"He disappeared into a side room and came back with a collar and leash in his hand, along with some rope. He bent down behind Heather and wrapped the rope around her wrists, tying her hands together. He then put the collar around her neck and attached the leash to it." "You're going to be my little puppy now, Heather. And your grades are going to improve significantly." *He pulled back on the leash, tugging Heather's head back and exposing her neck

"Mr. Satoo chuckled at Heather's reaction, pleased to see that she was already getting turned on by the collar and leash." "Good girl," "he said softly, before standing up behind her." "Now, are you going to be a good little puppy for me, Heather? Or do I need to teach you some manners?"

"He placed his hand on her ass and gave it a hard smack, watching her skin turn red."

"Mr. Satoo couldn't resist a smile at Heather's adorable moans. He smacked her ass again, a little harder this time, relishing the sound of skin slapping against skin." "That's what I like to hear, Heather. Now, let's get started with your lesson, shall we?"

"He spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing her tight little asshole." "We're going to start with some anal play today. And don't worry, I've got plenty of toys to make it enjoyable for you." "He reached down and grabbed a small butt plug from his desk, coating it in lube before slowly pushing it inside Heather."