Sasha leaned back in her desk chair, crossing her long legs as she surveyed the empty classroom. It was late – well past normal school hours – and the other students had long since gone home. But not these two. No, they’d stayed late, chattering and distracting her class with their foolishness. As punishment, Sasha had kept them behind to clean the chalkboards. She relished this moment – having two strapping young men entirely at her mercy. Two sets of eyes worshipping her shapely legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, and the curve of her ample breasts, barely concealed by a snug white blouse. She knew she made a striking figure – all flaming red hair and lush, womanly curves. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked over, the swish of her full skirts making a satisfying sound. She stopped in front of the tallest student, a handsome young man named Jack. “You’re quite the troublemaker, aren’t you?” Sasha purred, tracing a finger down his chest. “So disruptive in my class. I think you need a special lesson in discipline.” She grabbed him by the chin, her nails digging into his skin. “On your knees, boy. Show me how sorry you are for your behavior.” Jack obediently sank to the floor, kneeling before Sasha like a penitent. His eyes remained fixed on the floor, as he knew she expected. “Good boy,” Sasha cooed. She reached under her skirt and slid her panties down. “Now be a good student and kiss my feet to show your repentance.” Jack leaned forward, brushing his lips across the tops of her feet. His hands came up to caress her ankles, his fingers trailing up the backs of her legs. Sasha allowed this for a moment, savoring the touch of his fingers on her silk stockings. But when he tried to move up further, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him back. “No higher than my knees,” she said firmly. “You’re being punished, remember? You don’t get the reward of my thighs or pussy until you’ve truly earned it.” She released his hair and watched him carefully as he resumed worshipping her feet and calves. She could see him straining for more of her skin, aching to bury his face in her pussy. But that would come later, if he pleased her enough. For now, he must content himself with her feet and whatever other torments she chose to inflict.