She quite forgot she was being spanked by an eighteen year old girl in school uniform. She even quite forgot she was an adult woman and a teacher at t...at. She felt much more like a naughty school girl who fully deserved such a hard spanking and the tears she was now shedding. She told herself again and again that she would never earn another spanking as this spanking really did hurt and was just what was needed to teach her a lesson. Kim kept the spanks landing even as she heard Deborah’s cries. When it was over, and I had regained a measure ofcontrol, I realized how wonderful it had felt to cry like that. It wasa complete catharsis. It was as if the man in me had finally beencompletely overcome. Washed away by my tears. I was a girl now and Ifinally felt like one! Some would say I acted like one too. But I'lltake that as a compliment.You know, just relating this makes me a little teary-eyed even now.(She pulled a tissue from her soft leather handbag and expertly dabbedat her eyes. There was a lady, a pretty ladywith real long hair like a fairy tale princess and big beautiful eyesthat sparkled when she smiled and a soft sweet voice that sounded likewhat Angel's must sound like Maggie thought.She had walked through the play area looking at kids and talking to themand everyone was trying so hard to be extra good just like they alwaysdo when they are trying to get picked. Maggie had almost missed herchance as she was sitting on the floor with her stuffed baby and lost inher. I felt my face heating up. I then felt my body heating up as I felt her finger on my bulge."Maybe I can give you a hand," Nancy said, smiling, while leaning forward.I wasn't gay, and I wasn't a saint. I held her in my arms and starting kissing her passionately. I began cupping her ass cheeks and pressed my body against hers. I raised her skirt up until I could reach her panties, and started pulling them down, while Nancy struggled to open my jeans.My underwear and my jeans were only down to my.