He suddenly found that his aunt’s silent regard was vastly irritating.“Stop looking at me like that!” He demanded harshly, making his aunt flinc... at his tone. “Go upstairs or something if you don’t have anything to do.”He felt a bit remorseful as she skulked past him with her head bowed - but at the same time it alleviated his frustration some. Now alone, Jason continued his pacing back and forth, cursing himself for being so stupid that he hadn’t thought to get his teacher’s phone number at. He slowly worked it in, as I began moaning he covered my mouth. He started pounding away after a minute. It felt so incredible, I could feel his cock pulsating in my tight hole as he pumped away. By this point all of my clothes were off and I was getting pounded by a stranger, bareback, in a luggage room, on a train, in the middle of the night. He flipped me over on my back and started fucking me with my legs over his shoulders. He smiled and said “so you like feet huh? Do you want me to suck. ’ ‘Rob, you have always been someone I felt safe with and knew I could trust,’ ‘and you can…’ I interrupted, ‘that trust is why I have to tell you we can’t go down this road.’ ‘Please let me finish,’ she said. “I’ve told you things that I haven’t shared with my parents or my best girlfriend, like the time you had to pick Chester and I up because he got drunk and put his truck in the ditch. If my parents found out I was drinking and that Chester got too drunk to drive I’d still be. That was when I made a decision I now regret. I ran for the door. Of course, it was locked. Ms. C came over and, with a sigh, dragged me back over to the desk. I was too scared to resist. She bared my bottom and bent me over. Then she raised the heavy yardstick and brought it down with a SMACK! "Ow!" I cried out, fighting back tears.She delivered five more smacks to my sit spots causing me to begin crying. "Ow! Stop! Ouch! Please! Ow! No more! Ouch! I'm sorry!" I cried. She just ignored my.