Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/Follow Up/Impregnate/Informal Deal/Sit: Difference between revisions

From All The Fallen Stories
Jump to navigation Jump to search
TodNaturlich (talk | contribs)
m Removed point from title.
TodNaturlich (talk | contribs)
m Refactoring
 
(One intermediate revision by the same user not shown)
Line 1: Line 1:
<div class="page-title">You sit her in a chair</div>
<div class="page-title">Have her sit on a chair</div>
[[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana2/Impreg/Verbal|← Back]]
[[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/Follow Up/Impregnate/Informal Deal|← Back]]


"Alright Tihana," you say, getting up and walking over to her. "Stop being difficult, I can still make your punishment worse you know?" Tihana does not respond, she just keeps sitting there and crying until you grab her and pull her up off the ground. She doesn't really resist you in the same way she did her teacher, but she does not exactly make things easy for you and you are more or less carrying her despite the fact that her feet are still on the ground. Eventually, you manage to sit her down in the chair closest to the changing table, and then you take the other chair that's in front of your desk, sitting right next to her.
“Alright [[Disciplinary Action/Characters/Sixth Grade/Tihana|Tihana]],you said, getting up and walking over to her, “stop being difficult, I can still make your punishment worse you know?Tihana did not respond, she just kept sitting there and crying until you grabbed her and pulled her up off the ground. She didn’t really resist you in the same way she did her teacher, but she did not exactly make things easy for you and you were more or less carrying her despite the fact that her feet were still on the ground. Eventually, you managed to sit her down in the chair closest to the changing table, and then you took the other chair that’s in front of your desk, sitting right next to her.


Tihana continues to sit and cry, but she doesn't really seem to be crying as hard. She cries for a little while, but then you see her look up out the corner of her eye at you and then put her face back in her hands and let out a huge moaning wail and begin to cry again harder.
Tihana continued to sit and cry, but she didn’t really seem to be crying as hard. She cried for a little while, but then you saw her look up out the corner of her eye at you and then put her face back in her hands and let out a huge moaning wail and began to cry again harder.


"All right," you say, "now you're being ridiculous. You're not really crying."
“All right,you said, “now you’re being ridiculous. You’re not really crying.


"Yes I am!" She barks back at you.
“Yes I am!” she barked back at you.


"Ok, if you want to be that way... I said I could make your punishment worse. I'm going to be taking these." You lunge your hand toward Tihana's hips, and she looks up from where she has her face in her hands and doesn't realize what you're doing until your fingers wrap around the front band of her skirt and also sink their way into her panties.
“Ok, if you want to be that way… I said I could make your punishment worse. I’m going to be taking these,” you lunged your hand toward Tihana’s hips, and she looked up from where she had her face in her hands and didn’t realize what you were doing until your fingers wrapped around the front band of her skirt and also sink their way into her panties.


"No! STOP IT!" She yells, thrusting her hands down to try to dislodge yours. She lets out a huge ear-piercing -SCREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAACH!- as she fights you, clamping her legs together as you cringe against the volume of her voice, but you are un-diswaided and continue to pull. Eventually, you begin to hear the sounds of fabric ripping. Upon hearing this sound, something subconscious pings, telling you this is bad, and you change your angle and manage to yank the waist-bands of her skirt and panties down off her hips. She still manages to clutch the gusset of her panties between her thighs. You pull against that as her hands leave yours and thrust down to cover up her groin which has now come into view. "STOP IT!" She yells, "stop iii... hihihiiiit." You hear the ripping sound again as you pull. You can't see exactly what is ripping, but you know the skirt does not seem to be in any danger anymore so that only leaves one option. You hear what sounds like the rip finishing, and then the panties come free and you get the distinct sensation you are only dragging her undergarment down one of her legs.
“No! STOP IT!” she yelled, thrusting her hands down to try to dislodge yours. She let out a huge ear-piercing —SCREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAACH!as she fought you, clamping her legs together as you cringed against the volume of her voice, but you were un-dissuaded and continued to pull. Eventually, you began to hear the sounds of fabric ripping. Upon hearing this sound, something subconscious pinged, telling you this is bad, and you changed your angle and managed to yank the waist-bands of her skirt and panties down off her hips. She still managed to clutch the gusset of her panties between her thighs. You pulled against that as her hands left yours and thrusted down to cover up her groin, which has then came into view, “STOP IT!” she yelled, “stop iii… hihihiiiit,” you heard the ripping sound again as you pull. You couldn’t see exactly what was ripping, but you knew the skirt did not seem to be in any danger anymore so that only left one option. You heard what sounds like the rip finishing, and then the panties came free and you got the distinct sensation you were only dragging her undergarment down one of her legs.


Once you get it off, it turns out your sensation was not quite right but not very far from the truth either. As you pull her shredded undergarment from inside of the otherwise in-tact skirt, you see that one side had the fabric split, but the elastic waistband was still more-or-less intact. However, you are pretty sure it was rather stretched out and was not going to be wearable anymore.  
Once you got it off, it turned out your sensation was not quite right but not very far from the truth either. As you pulled her shredded undergarment from inside of the otherwise intact skirt, you saw that one side had the fabric split, but the elastic waistband was still more-or-less intact. However, you were pretty sure it was rather stretched out and was not going to be wearable anymore.  


"Well, now your underwear is ripped. Now, I can either send you out exactly as you are now after we are done in here, or I can give you back your skirt and maybe let you wear a diaper if you behave like a good girl."
“Well, now your underwear is ripped. Now, I can either send you out exactly as you are now after we are done in here, or I can give you back your skirt and maybe let you wear a diaper if you behave like a good girl.


"Why do you keep taking my cloths off!?" She demands through her tears. "Is it cauza that ... that zex thing Mr. Loso said about?" She continues to cry, pressing her legs tightly together and leaning forward in order to do her absolute best to conceal her genitals with her arms folded across her stomach.
“Why do you keep taking my cloths off!?” she demanded through her tears, “is it cauza that that zex thing Mr. Loso said about?” she continued to cry, pressing her legs tightly together and leaning forward in order to do her absolute best to conceal her genitals with her arms folded across her stomach.


"It's called sex," you tell her, "and yes, that is why I'm taking your cloths off. That's part of sex."
“It’s called sex,you told her, “and yes, that is why I’m taking your clothes off. That’s part of sex.


"I hate sex" She comments and moans as she cries some more. With that comment, it sounded like she must not have remembered a thing about the things you actually said to her during her last punishment.
“I hate sex,” she commented and moaned as she cried some more. With that comment, it sounded like she must not have remembered a thing about the things you actually said to her during her last punishment.


* [[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana2/sex/Chair/Remember|Ask her about what she DOES remember]]
* [[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/Follow Up/Impregnate/Sex|Ask her about what she ''does'' remember.]]
* [[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana2/sex/Chair/Finish|Just proceed with her punishment, remind her what the other parts of sex entail]]
* [[Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/Follow Up/Impregnate/Informal Deal/Rape|Just proceed with her punishment, remind her what the other parts of sex entail.]]


__NOTOC__
__NOTOC__
{{#css:Tod_Naturlich/story_text.css}}
{{#css:Tod_Naturlich/story_text.css}}


[[Category:Disciplinary Action|First Week Tihana2 Impreg Verbal Chair]]
[[Category:Disciplinary Action|Disciplinary Office First Week Tihana Follow Up Impregnate Informal Deal Sit]]
[[Category:Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office|First Week Tihana2 Impreg Verbal Chair]]
[[Category:Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office|First Week Tihana Follow Up Impregnate Informal Deal Sit]]

Latest revision as of 06:01, 10 January 2018

Have her sit on a chair

← Back

“Alright Tihana,” you said, getting up and walking over to her, “stop being difficult, I can still make your punishment worse you know?” Tihana did not respond, she just kept sitting there and crying until you grabbed her and pulled her up off the ground. She didn’t really resist you in the same way she did her teacher, but she did not exactly make things easy for you and you were more or less carrying her despite the fact that her feet were still on the ground. Eventually, you managed to sit her down in the chair closest to the changing table, and then you took the other chair that’s in front of your desk, sitting right next to her.

Tihana continued to sit and cry, but she didn’t really seem to be crying as hard. She cried for a little while, but then you saw her look up out the corner of her eye at you and then put her face back in her hands and let out a huge moaning wail and began to cry again harder.

“All right,” you said, “now you’re being ridiculous. You’re not really crying.”

“Yes I am!” she barked back at you.

“Ok, if you want to be that way… I said I could make your punishment worse. I’m going to be taking these,” you lunged your hand toward Tihana’s hips, and she looked up from where she had her face in her hands and didn’t realize what you were doing until your fingers wrapped around the front band of her skirt and also sink their way into her panties.

“No! STOP IT!” she yelled, thrusting her hands down to try to dislodge yours. She let out a huge ear-piercing —SCREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAACH!— as she fought you, clamping her legs together as you cringed against the volume of her voice, but you were un-dissuaded and continued to pull. Eventually, you began to hear the sounds of fabric ripping. Upon hearing this sound, something subconscious pinged, telling you this is bad, and you changed your angle and managed to yank the waist-bands of her skirt and panties down off her hips. She still managed to clutch the gusset of her panties between her thighs. You pulled against that as her hands left yours and thrusted down to cover up her groin, which has then came into view, “STOP IT!” she yelled, “stop iii… hihihiiiit,” you heard the ripping sound again as you pull. You couldn’t see exactly what was ripping, but you knew the skirt did not seem to be in any danger anymore so that only left one option. You heard what sounds like the rip finishing, and then the panties came free and you got the distinct sensation you were only dragging her undergarment down one of her legs.

Once you got it off, it turned out your sensation was not quite right but not very far from the truth either. As you pulled her shredded undergarment from inside of the otherwise intact skirt, you saw that one side had the fabric split, but the elastic waistband was still more-or-less intact. However, you were pretty sure it was rather stretched out and was not going to be wearable anymore.

“Well, now your underwear is ripped. Now, I can either send you out exactly as you are now after we are done in here, or I can give you back your skirt and maybe let you wear a diaper if you behave like a good girl.”

“Why do you keep taking my cloths off!?” she demanded through her tears, “is it cauza that … that zex thing Mr. Loso said about?” she continued to cry, pressing her legs tightly together and leaning forward in order to do her absolute best to conceal her genitals with her arms folded across her stomach.

“It’s called sex,” you told her, “and yes, that is why I’m taking your clothes off. That’s part of sex.”

“I hate sex,” she commented and moaned as she cried some more. With that comment, it sounded like she must not have remembered a thing about the things you actually said to her during her last punishment.