Le Maitre Photographe

You won't find a naughtier-looking girl, shamelessly teasing for the camera. The student. However, she has not performed up to par and now the photog turns into the taskmaster as she is roped and exposed.

To her knees, school skirt, black panties and spread open at the knees. Some prolonged upper thigh slapping, a unique location of interest but after the wedgie, slaps right into her tender girl flesh. Lovely panties.

Gagged with her own panties, that is priceless. What a pretty, tight, little coin box she has. Time for the talent show. She must hold two lit candles in each of her palms, outstretched. He ropes and tugs at the same time, so she better hold steady, especially when the rope grinds on her tender little twat lips.

And fingering, and slapping. Not one drop of wax spilled. That gets a ten on the cards. She's jumping rope in her high heels on the linoleum floor, no kidding and that scores another ten. Time to count the swishing birch cane as she bends over, and touches her toes.

More jumping, same position, bare hand and crop. The master has a rope jumping fetish. Problem is, she has no boobs. A big chest would allow her to jump rope and get two black eyes at the same time. Bend over again.

Now, what are we doing with these bamboo poles? Make her a human stock and pillory. She is experiencing every loop and every knot. Lots of detailed roping here. And up she goes, trussed up helpless like a captive bird.

Now in flying school, her first passengers are two lit candles on her ass cheeks. Two more for good measure elsewhere, she better fly right. Its a bird, its a plane, its Super Subbie.

If he cinches her up any higher, she'll be a sky light. Jumping rope in those heels?? Feet back on ground, the next talent challenge is ballet roping. On one leg she must balance, motionless, as he pervs away with his Nikon.

On her one base leg, she is cropped and hit, then up to the slit. And then, the meat clamps to her throbbing lips. At least now, she can be barefoot. Candle and wax time. That is a big cat o nine there. Poor little slit.

Airborne again for a serious whipping from the cat-o-nine. Even spanking of the soles, nice touch. A short birch stick now finds its new home. These ropes leave deep prints into the skin. Removing the crotch clamps, she can do nothing but rub her sore parts.