Come out from behind the partition and face the consequences like a man
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Revision as of 15:19, 11 November 2015
"Ah, fuck it!" you say as you step out from behind the partition wall.
Your cock has softened but is still fully distended impressively hanging half way to your knees.
You don't bother covering yourself as you walk into the locker area. Daisy gasps at the sight of you. You narcissistically think she's gasping at the substantial hunk of meat dangling between your legs. You begin to harden at the thought, your cock pulsing higher and higher.
"Daisy!" Mrs Doherty snaps.
"Yes, Mrs. Doherty." Daisy says as she walks to stand beside her instructor, a towel covering her tits and almost covering her crotch. Fur peaks from beneath the towel and the bottom of her beautiful firm, but soft globes of her ass jiggle in full view.
"Put on one of the outfits and go to the gym." Mrs. Doherty commands, playfully slapping Daisy's ass.
"Eyes here!" Mrs. Doherty commands you as she openly stares at Daisy dressing.
Daisy leaves the gym and Mrs. Doherty walks around locking the doors, barring anyone without a key getting in.
"So, what will it be?" Mrs. Doherty says staring at you, cracking the knuckles of her large hands.
You begin to ask for clarification, but are cut off "What do..."
"You see..." Mrs Doherty continues, "I don't want to ruin your life, but there must be a deterrent that prevents you from trying to do whatever it was you intended here with innocent Miss Daisy."
"Well, she..." you were going to say you two were kind of going out, but were cut off again.
"Punishment or expulsion?" she says, her arms folded under her ample bosom.
"What's the punishment?" you ask.
"The way I see it, you came here for sexual release and, believe it or not, I myself have not had a man in... in quite some time. You see where I'm going with this?"