Court Discipline

Alison's late again. Her rich folks pay Tommy to whip her into shape for college apps, but the ex-military guy just pisses her off. She likes the way he storms around the court, barking orders. Makes her wonder how hard he'd pound her if she gave him the chance. Today she decides to find out. She stays sprawled on her bed in her tennis skirt, racket in hand, when he calls her outside. Tells him she's done with his program. He barges in, face red, ready to drag her out. Instead she drapes herself over his knee and hands him the racket. "Spank me," she says, calm as you like. He swings. The strings bite her ass cheeks. She moans, pushes back for more. After a few sharp slaps she grabs the racket, slides the handle between her lips, sucks it slow. Tells him to keep smacking her bare skin with his palm while she works the handle like a warm-up drill. Tommy's done playing. He yanks her up, flips her onto her back, shoves that skirt up and sinks his cock straight into her tight pussy. He fucks her deep, hips slamming. She reaches down, wraps her fingers around the racket again, and tells him to pull out and stuff the handle inside her. He works the smooth grip between her folds, stretching her while she sucks the head of his cock. Her hips buck, thighs shake. She cums hard around the handle, moaning around his dick. Tommy pulls free at the last second and paints her face with thick ropes, leaving her grinning, sticky, and finally out of breath.