Teacher Ava
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Hello students! My name is Mrs Ava and I'm one of Madison's best kept dirty secrets-- I can be your dirty lil secret too. *wink* I'm in the teaching profession... sex education being my favorite subject. My lessons are very hands on, and I expect your undivided attention... good students shall be rewarded *wink*
There are no taboos with me when sharing your fantasies. Not only can I keep a secret, but I am willing to talk about ANYTHING! I always keep an open mind when it cums to sex-- not to mention my legs... wide and very open *wink*. I'm 51% sweetheart, 49% bitch... so don't push it!
I expect to receive a call from you shortly. Afterall, you don't want to be late for class, now do you? Tardiness will not be tolerated, and gets you a one way ticket straight down to the principals office-- hope you don't plan on sitting down anytime soon! Be on time, if you know what's best for you. Call me, don't keep me waiting.
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Strict Lectures
Sex Education
ABDL Punishment
Bare Butt Spankings
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January 30, 2026
The first thing I’m aware of is the soft, crinkly sound around my hips as I stretch in the morning, and the thick, padded feeling between my legs that lays brought me comfort. My eyes flutter open to the early morning light filtering through the open curtained window, the curtains were designed with blue sky and smiling clouds, dancing across the pastel yellow walls of the nursery that made the room feel warm and happy. I’m snug in my crib, my fingers curling around the smooth white wooden bars. The […]
June 20, 2025
The nursery glowed with the sweet pastel pinks of wallpaper covered walls. I clicked the lock on the nursery door behind me once it closed, leather gloves creaking as I flexed my fingers. His eyes darted to the frilled changing table, to the stack of Pampers blooming from their plastic half ripped packaging. “Big boys don’t slam doors,” I cooed, peeling the leather gloves off one finger at a time. The scent of his sweat sharpened as I approached, that bitter tang of gym socks and panic. “But you’re not […]