”“Good boy,” you answer. “Now beg me.” I’m quiet for a moment before you hear my response. “Please Mistress, fuck me.” “Fuck you how...” you taunt, an almost playful teasing quality to your voice. “Please, fuck me in the ass, Mistress.”“With….?” you say, leaving the answer open. Silent again, I finally answer, “With your cock.” Giggling evilly, you kiss my ear again. “Well then, very well. You might want to put your face in the pillow; this isn’t going to be easy,” you tell me. Tightening the gag. ”Emma was aghast as she did as she was told and felt the cane rubbed across her palm, then it wasn’t, she heard the swish, and the next moment felt the searing pain of the cane landing across her palm. Well, that would teach her to do as she was told by Miss Wilson and no mistaking that, she told herself.Emma was crying again as she lowered her dress and was still sniffing back tears as she thanked Miss Wilson for caning her. She then left the study, confirmed to the secretary she had received. ..It irked her that her control over Beth was at his whim, too -- that hadn't been the plan. Even worse was the fact that Beth knew it! Well, she would come up with something ... For now, Beth seemed to be fine with the threat of the nonexistent pictures -- but Candace wasn't. There was no REAL threat there, because there were -- apparently -- no REAL pictures; at least she HOPED there were no real pictures, since if there were, she was implicated as well as Beth...And that was ANOTHER. It occurred to me, perversely, that I could simply reach straight in along that line of sight to stroke it and feel it harden beneath my fingertips. I imagined Penny closing her eyes and shivering with unaccustomed pleasure, whispering to me in her little chipmunk voice, telling me, “Daddy, don’t.” and that I’d made her go all tingly.The following week, I was giving her an oral quiz. she was still wearing her blue waitressing dress from the diner, and had moved from the desk to the bed, where.