He also remembered the tough questions after the pirate attack on the Silver Swan.Now he was actually walking right next to him towards a waiting D-20...shuttle, that had made landfall right in the middle of a sports field with a red track surrounding it.The shuttle was not the usual kind, but a tough-looking Lister-Class with fixed forward-facing guns and a small gun turret on top.Stahl sighed. “I know, son. Complete overkill and useless too, but I was not consulted.”Roy knew it was a Lister. I didn’t have a lot of faith in myself. There was a blackboard on the far wall, and near that a large ‘teacher’s’ desk and then a few ‘students’ desks with chairs. The walls around that little stage area were decorated with the sort of posters and pictures and notices you’d remember from your own high school days. There were other props as well, a filing cabinet, little round waste basket, and the ubiquitous round wall clock. It was all lit brightly and seemed ready for any school fantasy you. I can't forget the first time she used a butt plug. I had taken it out of it's blister pack. (Why do they insist on such tacky graphics on those packages?) She called me up at work to ask me some really "innocent" questions. You should have seen me trying to figure out how to get some privacy in my cubicle, or somewhere, anywhere, so I could tell her what to do with it. I'm sure she really knew, but she was having fun trying to get me to tell her.Today went pretty smoothly. I was in such a good. It is dense and will land with a thud and bruise your bottom, rather than cut it like my thin, whippy nursery cane would. You may wish to get the girl to count and thank you for each stroke, or maybe, get them to count and apologise after each stroke, but I always used to just administer them and get them on their way back to class. Shall we begin, dear?”Jessica Tweedy straightened her arms and her legs and stuck her bottom out as far as she could. She closed her eyes and took a deep.