Ivana

Out of School Suspension - Part 04

Added 2025-03-05 11:00:14 +0000 UTC

Aiming her device, Aubrey pressed the minus key once more. Iva panicked, fleeing along the conference table and towards the door Aubrey had entered. She lost one flat, then the other. Aubrey had plenty of time to intercept, by the time Iva had reached the door she’d left her lavender pants behind.

Reaching for the handle, the whimpering woman’s figure was swallowed, her modesty preserved by the almost shapeless sack that had been her dress.

Reaching out, Aubrey grabbed Iva’s smaller wrist. The tiny instructor barely as tall as her stomach, fighting to free herself from Aubrey’s grasp with futile tugs. Her small hand twisting and rolling along the wrist.

Aubrey beamed, slowly and deliberately pulling Iva across the floor towards her old desk. Yanking on her arm, Aubrey forced Iva into the chair. The small woman’s face blanched, here eyes watering as she scurried deep into the seat. Putting all her weight on the armrests of the chair, Aubrey loomed over Iva. The neckline of the dress sank low, revealing the entirety of Iva’s modest chest.

“To think, all this trouble could have been avoided if you could just get over yourself. Quite the bully. Big Bad Iva Djuric.” Giggling, Aubrey licked her lips. “You have a lot to answer for.”

“Aubrey…please…” Iva whispered, holding a tiny porcelain fist to her lips. “You can’t do this!”

“I think I did.” Aubrey broke into a wide grin, twisting her captive’s chair back and forth in a narrow arc. “Now, lets talk punishment.”