"Gonna take more of 'em, just to make sure you don't say nothin' after we're through."

"Open your damned mouth and these things'll go around campus like hell!"

Susan swallowed hard. "Uhhhhhh!"

"You gonna keep on reportin' us every time we goof off in class?"

"No, no, I swear, no!"

But the teens didn't believe her. Clint was rocking back and forth, cracking his knuckles, then doubling up the belt one more time and snapping it. He liked the way she shivered in the chains everytime the leather cracked together.

"Don't believe her," Jack muttered.

"I ain't stupid. She ain't gonna give us a break till we show the bitch what we can do."

Susan shook her head. No, no, that wasn't true! She wasn't the kind of monster they thought she was. Everything she had done was simply to educate them for their adult years.

"Please…"

Susan watched in terror as the big blond stud approached her again with the belt. He tapped the buckle lightly against his palm, gripping it hard once more. Sweat poured out from under her arms, itching where it trickled against her sides. Her nipples were starting to elongate – half-inch red nubs itching to be touched, to be squeezed by the teens! Susan shook her head. How could she be thinking such terrible thoughts?

"Please what, fuck you?"

Without cocking his arm much, Clint lashed the end of the doubled belt across her belly. Susan let out another whooshing sound, her nostrils burning with the air she sucked in to feed her dangling body.

"Uhhhh… ohhh, you little bastards! I – how can you do something like this to me?" Susan wailed. "I'm your teacher! You're not supposed to do things like this. Oh, let me down before you get into more trouble!"

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do and not to do! You've been tryin' that for the past month and look where you wound up." Clint shot back.