It was worse when Yvette forced her hand between her thighs, to fell her finger tips moving along the sensitive edges of her sopping wet pussy.  She closed her eyes and bit down on the gag, trying to suppress the soft, shameful, whimper of pleasure, that she knows is wrong escaping from her lip.  None of her should be enjoying this, revulsion, while the dominant emotion, it was not the only thing she felt and it made her wetter to have her touch her there.  She shook her head, in denial as much for her own benefit as for Yvette.<br/><br/>She managed a slight sigh of relief, when Yvette pulled away approaching Damon.  Even when she saw what she was after, it was a relief.  As Yvette, disappeared behind her it was almost a relief to feel the belt swat across her rear, pain she could deal with, the strange pleasure that she felt when she had run her hand along her womanhood was unbearable.  It stung and her body reacted to the pain, her back arching slightly, and she knew she was only getting a taste of what the deputy headmistress was capable of.  She would be able to make her scream out it pain, if she hit her as hard as she could.  She beleived her when she said she was going to enjoy this<br/><br/>Jennifer shook her head again, when Yvette said, she would learn, but it was slower this time, with a bit more weariness.  Mostly, it was the idea that snaked through her head that no matter how hard she resisted, and how long she held out, they would win.  It was a depressing thought, and she tried to banish it from her mind.