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 27, 2026
The heavy scent of citrus cleaning spray hung in the air as I finished wiping down the kitchen counter. My house was quiet, spotless, and mine. Everything in its place. Just the way I liked it though it could get a little lonely at times. The only sound was the soft tick-tock of the wall clock in the hall, counting down to when my guest would arrive. He’d called himself a “good girl” on his message, asking so politely if he could come over. I knew what he needed. I always did. The doorbell chimed, a delicate […]
June 19, 2025
The nursery door creaked, a sound Mommy knew by heart all to well, like the first note of their private symphony. She didn’t turn from the window, letting the curtain brush her knuckles as she counted his footsteps. Eleven towards the rocking chair. Always eleven. His diaper crinkled as he settled on the rug, stacking alphabet blocks with clumsy hands. Cherrywood scent clung to him; she’d bathed him in bergamot oil an hour ago, scrubbing beneath his arms with a loofah until his skin pinkened. Mommy knelt beside him, silk robe pooling like a waterfall […]