Yes I reply but before I can say anything else, Mike begins to inform me how we would proceed this morning. Mike says, the way I see it you need a goo... old fashioned caning on your bare bottom, normally a young girl would get six but since you are a mature woman I am inclined to give you twenty four strokes with the senior cane. I sit quietly hanging on his every word as he continues I expect you to take your punishment like a big girl and I hope I do not have to restrain you. My mind is. Well, she was her own person. She wasn't the best student, but she made do. She wasn't a full on athlete, but she made sure to get in some activity every week or so. But that was probably because her C cup breasts felt like way more to handle for her five foot tall, skinny frame. She had hips, but barely an ass, which made falling a lot more painful than she imagined for the other, curvier girls. But what she lacked in brains and physicality, she made up in heart. She was a friend to all of her. Brenda almost salivated, watching the way his muscles rippled under his skin as he moved. Seeing him naked, Brenda noticed for the first time the quiet strength and grace with which he moved, as if everything down to the simplest eyebrow twitch had been carefully calculated for economy of movement, and maximum effect. When Sean stretched, elongating his frame, her jaw almost dropped, and she felt herself moisten between her legs. It was only then that she said to herself, My God, this is your. Michael and Kayla had been friends for a few years. They first met in grade 1, when their parents started teaching. For the last five years they had kept themselves amused whilst waiting. They would run around the empty school playing hide and seek, play on the computers or play. They had become close friends. But today, they would become more than just friends. It started whilst they were playing hide and seek. Whilst Kayla was hiding, she came across an open bottle of wine. Being 10, she knew.