How to Keep an "A" in English

He half guided, half led her down the hallway. He let her lean against the wall outside the door while he pulled the keys out of his pocket. He quietly inserted the key into the lock and heard the click. The door swung open to reveal to them his sanctuary of sorts. His hidden playground.
The walls were hand painted black where they were not covered in mirrors. It was a big room. The most noticeable thing was the swing hanging from chains on the ceiling. Next to it, a big metal box filled with paddles, and props, costumes, sex toys and pain devices. An S&M room.
“You don’t remember this Adriana? You were very happy here the other night.” He said this to her passive body. He pulled out a wooden paddle the length of a bat and the width of a book and said “Jeeze, girl, this one was your favorites. You really can’t remember any of this?” There was a black bench, with chains on either end for legs and arms that appeared the same as the one in the picture he showed her earlier. “You got Crazy, I mean nuts! You demanded I show you what was in this room, and then you started begging me to tie you up, to prod you with these tools. I didn’t realize when I met you, that you, like me, liked them that much.”
She just continued to stare at him, unable to respond.
“Come here” he beckoned. Taking her hand he lead her to the bench. He slowly unbuttons her blouse. He watched as her blouse slowly fell from her shoulders to the hard ground. He unhooked her lacey white bra and let her breasts fall freely into the cool air of the room, her nipples slowly becoming erect. He laid her down on the bench and took her zipper and button into his grasp, and carefully undid it, grabbing the hips of her jeans and yanking them to the floor. Her pink lace panties, a change from the cotton ones of before suggested she wanted him to see her again, touch her again.
“I am going to have to confiscate these…” he says as he takes the panties off her limp body. Naked now, he leans down and kisses her lips. She makes a little gurgle noise. Mitch slowly kneads at her flesh, touching her and rubbing her flesh, unfamiliar with the sound of silence during these actions of slight violation. He stares down at her youthful body and his limp prick, wondering if the struggle was the part that got him excited, foolishly wishing he hadn’t drugged her. He softly slapped at her soft and flaccid breasts, trailing fingers over her pronounced ribcage, and then to her hip bones. He wanted to fuck her, but he wanted a struggle more than anything. So he carries her over to the bench she had so willingly mounted the night before, although under certain other substances, and placed her body, stomach down, and legs spread over the bench. He moved the bars and levers underneath to get the angles he desired from her body.
Spitting in his hand, he wets her holes manually, and tries to imagine her struggling and fighting against him while he invaded her chasm. He could almost hear her cries of protest as his dick started to fill with blood. He rubbed the tip of his cock head around the entrance of her twat, but realized he still wasn’t sufficiently hard. In complete embarrassment, and unnecessarily double checking that she was really out, he does what he had done when he was a boy to get himself hard quickly; he reaches around to his ass hole and quickly thrusts a finger within his own asshole. Pushing, pushing he fingers himself, wheedling his index finger as far inside as he could, relishing the strange feeling, and loving that his member was now fully engorged.
He yanks his finger out, and grasps his dick around the base, ready to fuck this little English student of his. Again at her entrance, he rubs her vulva with his dicks head, before pounding the little girl into the bench. Leaning over her, he pounds and beats his dick into her, silence coming from the little petite victim of this cruel act. He grunts loudly as her still tight yet un-constricting pussy takes his entire thick rod. He pounds and pounds and pounds into her, wishing she’d wake up and cry for God’s sake. But she remains still, on the bench, being raped by her handsome English teacher who she mistakenly trusted. He pulls out right before he shoots his hot load over her back, and he falls away from her, staring at the scene in front of him. And all he can see is a tiny angel, damaged and disgraced.