Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447
I love roleplay. It’s so fun slipping into the role, being someone else sometimes, or something else. We can do anything. The only limit is our imagination. Let me tell you about a recent roleplay I enjoyed so much. Student Teacher Spanking Roleplay.
I was the teacher. I was dressed top to bottom, wearing a white silk blouse buttoned as low as a teacher can get away with. My light blue bra peeked out when I moved. A form-fitting black pencil skirt to my mid-thigh and black stocking, showing off the curves of my long-toned legs, enhanced by the black, 4-inch heels. When I bend over, the skirt rises, showing off the straps of my stocking and the tanned skin of my thighs.
Student Teacher Spanking Roleplay
My face was stern as my student came into the room. He paused as he entered, swallowing hard when he looked at me. Can you guess how old he was? Do you want to know what grade he is in? LOL! I can’t tell you because it was way too naughty!!
“Come in, ” I said coldly, picking up a piece of paper from my desk. His eyes dropped down in regret. His eyes, though, cannot stop jumping up to look at my sexy body.
He came close to my desk, and I handed him the paper—last week’s math test. He looked at it, then at me, a touch of fear in his eyes. But there was something else, perhaps excitement. “I’m so sorry, ” he said, words rushing as if tumbling out of him. “I studied. I swear I did! I’ll do better, I swear, please. I’m so sorry!”
I love how he begs and how desperate he sounds. It’s delicious—so delicious that I could eat him up. My lips curl into a slight grin I can’t hold back, our eyes locking as my words come.
“Enough. You knew what would happen if you failed my test. Bend over the desk. Now.”
He moved to the desk and paused for only a few seconds. He knew it would be worse if he made me wait. I could see him shaking. He leaned forward until his cheek rested again on the green desk protector.
I moved behind him, stepping in close to lean my body against his shivering thighs, my crotch grinding into his ass. My hand reached around, sliding up the zipper of his jeans. He was already half hard. Then my fingers flicked the button and slid down the zipper. I took a half step back and pulled his jeans and tighty-whties down to his ankles in one smooth pull.
Call me, and we can talk about what happens next. How old would you be? Or should I say, how young would you be?
Miqala
844-33-CANDY
(844-332-2639)
ext 447