The Drib Professor's Humiliating Lesson
The harsh thud echoed through the arena, and the body of Professor Pariot, the Drib beastkin, crashed rigidly to the mat like a puppet with its strings cut.
“A-ah, uuuugh…?!”
“Hey… is this what you call a Power Slam?”
Honestly, I’d just tagged it Power Slam because I didn’t know any other name for the technique, and honestly I wasn’t even that big of a pro-wrestling nerd to remember the exact moves. Professor Pariot, still trapped under my hold, flailed her arms wide in shock, not even a twitch of resistance. I slowly sank down, pressing my head against her thick, slickly warm thigh, inhaling the unmistakable scent that had grown stronger with every lecture she’d given me.
“The smell’s gotten way worse. Come on out now.”
“H-huuu… don’t touch me! I-I’m not that kind of girl… aaaah…!!”
“Then at least loosen up a little.”
I hadn’t really stroked anything yet, but a few light taps were meant to coax her out. The scent only thickened, no longer just a classroom musk but something heavier, more primal, like the pungent female heat I’d breathed in earlier.
“Don’t stroke meeee…!!”
“Why? I didn’t even stroke anything! Just let me go already… aaah…!!”
“As expected of my lord—already starting the training on this arrogant little sparrow!”
“What?”
Now that she was completely naked, it felt almost natural for Professor Pariot to come waddling over, her own slick folds dripping with thick ropes of my cum, eyes sparkling with delight as she cheered at the sight of me. Without a second’s hesitation she grabbed my head, forcing the professor’s locked legs wide open, and planted a big, wet kiss right on my cheek.
“Well done. Excellent teamwork. You two really showed that arrogant bird exactly who’s in charge now.”
SWUUUUSHH!!
After the professor’s lips were roughly sucked, Dyna proudly stepped forward, beaming at me as she addressed the trembling professor.
“How dare you commit such rudeness against my lord? Feel the pain of the price you’ve paid?”
“Y-you… p-ppeeeet!!”
“Peet?”
The scream was oddly high-pitched. Professor Pariot still hadn’t recovered from the shock; she was dragged helplessly toward Dyna no matter how hard she tried to fight it.
“But that’s not enough. You can’t call this penalty for attacking my lord.”
“W-what are you doing?! L-let go… aaah…!!”
No matter how high they fly in the sky, the Female Knight Tribe always rule the ground. Dyna dragged the professor straight to the floor and began rolling her around like a toy, testing with spins and squeezes to make sure she wasn’t just pretending to be weak.
“The spanking hasn’t ended yet. If you only did this nasty thing to me, fine. But attacking my lord? One palm isn’t nearly enough. You’re going to learn what real humiliation feels like.”
“Let me go! L-let go… aaah…!!”
Dyna planted her powerful thighs on either side of the professor’s hips and simply sat on her belly, exactly like a parent about to paddle a misbehaving child. Professor Pariot’s legs twitched wildly, but Dyna’s hands came down hard on her bare bottom.
SMACK-!!
“Pee-yaaaah?!”
The instant the hand left, Dyna’s palm returned with a sharp crack and Professor Pariot’s scream ripped through the arena.
“W-what are you doing?!”
“Spanking, right? Bad little sparrows need fitting punishment.”
“Bullshit! It hurts! G-get off me already?!”
Still dazed, Professor Pariot only managed that one cry before Dyna simply smiled triumphantly and delivered another resounding slap.
“Lord, come here. It’s time for you to punish this arrogant little sparrow.”
“O-…”
“That ‘o’ is frozen solid—get off me right now! What are you doing?! aaah…!!”
“Hahaha, because I’m a real knight, not even a light tap hurts.”
“What kind of pervert sits there like that?! Stop stripping my pants!”
Dyna peeled off Professor Pariot’s pants and panties in one swift motion, exposing the royal, heart-shaped cheeks that had been spanked red.
“Hold on a second.”
She stared intently between the professor’s thighs, curious. The small river of sweat flowing from the tightly closed slit was undeniable.
“Hoh. So you’re already dripping with heat? No wonder, after being handled so roughly by my lord.”
“What nonsense! I’m not in heat! This is just sweat!”
Dyna pinned the professor’s back and tailbone down firmly with both hands, then looked up at me with a wicked grin.
“Whether it’s sweat or not will be clear soon. Come on, my lord! Show this arrogant sparrow the majesty of humanity!”
“Don’t exaggerate… just do what you were going to do.”
“Hey, don’t move over there! aaah…!!”
SMACK-!
Professor Pariot screamed again as Dyna’s palm crashed down on her royal bottom, but the only movement she could manage was a feeble kick against the air.
“No way out… aah, aah…!!”
“Aah, aah, pee-yeeeek?!”
“Even the sparrows are chirping like cuckoos now.”
“Cuckoo here! Who gets off on this? aaah…!!”
FLICK-♡
With each smack the professor’s dripping slit jumped forward and splashed a few hot drops onto my face.
“Does this feel good while I’m spanking you?”
“N-no! This is sweat! Just sweat!”
“You can’t tell by looking, so let’s taste it.”
“This is ridiculous! As expected of my lord!”
Professor Pariot’s trembling eyes met mine without flinching. I leaned in slowly, lips brushing the dripping slit.
“You want to sniff it again, just like last time…?”
“No, I want to taste it.”
“T-taste?! Get away from me?!”
“Chup.”
FLUTTER-♡
I clamped her thick thighs between both hands and gave her tight little pussy a long, slow kiss, drawing out a flood of hot liquid that soaked my entire face.
“Pee-yeeet… pee-yeeeyeeek?!”
“Mmm, this doesn’t taste like sweat at all.”
“It is sweat! Sweat…!!”
“Then a few more slaps and I’ll know for sure.”
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK-!!
Dyna kept raining palm after palm onto the royal bottom. The once-pure white cheeks had turned into a fiery autumn mountain, complete with a valley of sweat flowing between the trees below.
“Hah, no need for a hike. The summit of these buttocks is right here. Want to give a cheer?”
“Sure, why not. Yahoo~!!”
“What the—?!”
Following Dyna’s lead, I cupped my hands over the professor’s chest and yelled with all my strength. The echo of my roar returned, and Professor Pariot’s voice came back muffled in shame.
“Hahaha. So how does it feel to be conquered by my lord? You don’t seem particularly unhappy, do you?”
“Don’t joke! What would you know?! I’m standing on some random ass yelling ‘yahoo’ like an idiot!”
“For me, who’s only waiting for my lord’s cock to conquer my womb, this humiliation is the only kind I’d ever want!”
“Then show me your tits. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Oh?!”
“That ‘oh’ is about to freeze to death! What are you flashing those tits for now, you knight?!”
Yahoo~! Dyna leaned forward, pressing her massive breasts together and shouting with all her might. The trembling mountain on my face suddenly bucked and collapsed right onto the professor’s body, triggering a full-on landslide.
“Ugh, what a horrific scene.”
“Where are you supposed to put your tits?! Get off me already?!”
It really was a nightmare.