Hentai

Crime and Punishment

Again Hasashi master faced a learner who teased him for his teachings, and the worst, also hindering the progress of self defense classes. It looked like it was on purpose because I knew he sometimes became harsh and intolerant.
Every time this happened, he always dragged her by the arm, violently toward his room.

After she returned, everyone wanted to know everything ... the strength of the footprint ... the smell ... the clothes texture ... if she felt some volume for the pants ... the Master yelled at her in her room .

And she just put fire in the poor girls costumes displaying the purple marks of his fingers on her delicate arm.
She liked it. The effect he had that mature, experienced man.
She always felt compelled to transgress to cause reactions in the Master Hanzo Hasashi.
It started with various punishments and punishments.

 

First with deprivation of liberty.
Hasashi began to realize that the punishment had no effect.
She liked it all, but I had no idea what was playing.
Later that day she readied another, provoked a fight for any reason with another girl in the temple and again ended up in the Master Hasashi room.

And the night, more subject to provoke other students.

Then the Master was infuriating. He knew she liked to tease him, to challenge him.
Attitudes it made him almost lose control. He would not allow that to happen more.
Hasashi master acted with utter indifference toward her and then the day went.

In the evening a surprise. When she returned from class self defense, he got the message that should go to the shirai ryu room.
She was immediately. The heart beating fast. Would she have his attention? Would it be punished?

She stood in the doorway, his heart was almost out of his mouth. But she took a deep breath and prepared for it.
She knocked and he took to open.

She knocked again and he headed for the door.
Hanzo opened the door, she came in, he locked the lock. He turned to her and heads to the table. She followed him. He turned and sits on the tabletop. She stopped. Estaba standing in the middle of the room. He had never looked that way. She felt naked, unprotected. His gaze was a mixture of severity and disapproval. A predator look she had never seen before.

Then the Master turned. The he grabbed by the hair and held his arms back. With a past arm below the breasts he stilled and with the other hand he clamped his mouth pointing her head toward the wall. She was literally suspended. His feet no longer touched the ground.

With violence poke the buttons of her blouse were broken, leaving the sample breasts still covered up by the Behaved bra.
He spoke softly, well within the ear, how was disappointed. The he played against the wall and fired a slap in the face of that lost.
She overbalanced and fell. He noted that sprawled body on the floor ... And then she cried.

 

From that day he swore he would put it on the line ... that would teach her to get respect.
The first lesson begins right there.
He lifted his hair, tied his wrists in the back with the current.
He took the wall holding her tightly by the chin with his left hand.
That strong man, big, rough, almost took the floor, she stood on tiptoes.

With his right hand he ripped the bra and skirt. He stuffed a handkerchief in his mouth and tie with a piece of string.
She only underwear was taken by his room towards the bed.

He sat down and put her lying in her lap ...

Then the Master Hasashi braided his left arm in his arms tied to her back.
With the right leg he held his right leg her, which made her wide open for him.
There she received the first of many punishments to come.

He hit that upturned ass, totally unprotected. Hit too. Now she was not smiling. He gritted his teeth over the gag, to bear that punishment now was really deserved.

She picked up a lot. He did not help moan or squirm. I picked up more and more. That pain, more confinement, plus his pants texture rubbing his bare torso, led her on a journey of sensations never felt before.
He sentaounuma chair facing the wall, tying the ankles chair legs. He tied her hair in the back of the chair forcing her to look forward to.

He returned to his desk to read some documents from the temple and left her there.

She was half naked, exposed, vulnerable, aching, intoxicated by the cocktail of extreme sensations that was submitted, thank you to look at anything, his thoughts were confused. That still it hurt more than anything. She heard the sound of pen making notes and his breathing.

He read the papers and watched. He feels full, because where had wanted.
She writhed in pain, but felt victorious, after all, was what she always wanted.
Be that man pleasure object.