After School Detention CBT

Description: You’ve been a cocky little brat all semester, talking back, smirking, thinking you’re untouchable. now the bell has rung, the classroom is empty, and it’s just you and me, your strict, sadistic teacher in detention. no one’s coming to save you. i lock the door, heels clicking across the floor as i circle your desk like a predator. you’re told to drop your pants and bend over. no warm-up, no mercy. i pick up my long, thin rattan cane and tap it against your exposed, vulnerable balls, watching you flinch. “you thought you could disrespect your teacher in front of the whole class? now your balls are going to pay the price.” every sharp, stinging stroke lands directly on your swollen sack. i make you count them out loud while i laugh at how quickly you go from defiant to desperate. the cane whistles through the air, cracking against your sensitive skin again and again, turning your balls red, then purple. i grab them between strokes, squeezing just to hear you whimper, reminding you who owns you now. you’ll be bruised, aching, and leaking pre-cum from the pain by the time i’m done. if you’re very lucky, i might let you kiss the cane that just destroyed you.