Emily thought she could get away with failing at school and hazing her cheer mates? Not on my fucking watch. This little bitch needs to learn who’s in charge, and I’m just the one to teach her. She thinks she can stay on the team acting like that? She’s dead wrong. She’s gonna enter my brat-taming program, and she’s gonna consent to every single treatment, or she can kiss her pom-poms goodbye. First up, baton lessons. Oh, she thinks she knows how to twirl that stick? I’ll show her a whole new way to use it. Shoving it inside her is the only way she’ll listen, the only way to get her attention. If she wants me to stop, she’ll call her teammates and apologize for being such a cunt. And if that apology doesn’t convince me, well, then it’s time for the handcuffs. I’ll strap her down while a vibrator makes her pussy so wet she’ll be begging for release. That’ll teach her that she’s not always the one in control. She’ll learn that she is at my mercy. Finally, I’ll pay her a little visit at her place, just to make sure the lesson sunk in. If she’s changed her tune, if she’s finally learned some respect, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll give her what she’s been craving this whole time: my cock. She’d better show me how flexible cheerleading has made her. I want to see her work that mouth and those hips like her life depends on it. Trust me, I know what I’m doing. These kinds of girls, the ones who think they can get away with anything, they always come crawling back for more. They always ask me for another lesson, begging for another taste of my dominance. They know I’m the only one who can truly teach them what they need to know. And I’m always happy to oblige. They will never forget the day they messed with me.