She had gotten really good, and her music was actually able to tame my wild beast. Her carefully colored and shadowed and lit figure of a lithe, paint...horse gliding over a meadow could have won a prize for best crayon art of the year, out of the nation's professional crayoners."It's beautiful," I told her, trying to keep lust from eroding my voice.When she hugged me, I lost all control. Her warm arms around my loose clothing, her plump tits pressed into my chest, her gleeful mewling in my ear. I needed to be reassured and sheltered. I did not need my Daddy letting me off the proverbial chain for a romp around town. Today of all days, I craved Daddy's strict rules more than ever. It has been days since I have seen him. I need some discipline. I want a good spanking.I wanted nothing more in that moment than to be curled up in Daddy's strong arms. I needed to feel his warmth, and know I was safe. I needed to look into his eyes and feel his love. But instead, Daddy teases me with his. ..................................................................... “Welcome to Hogsknob” he finally announced when at last the “students” settled down ““You are all here because you are witches, albeit trainee witches” “You have been selected for Hogsknob because you are by far the naughtiest witches in the land”.A few girls murmured in decent.“Furthermore” said Mister Griffendome,” We do know all about you,so it of little use denying your naughtiness because we know everything about. She heard the bathroom door squeak as Hank checked on her, then the room door open and close. She was alone.“I wonder what took him so long? Eh. Whatever. He deserves it.”---Hank was so eager, no one would have difficulty seeing his raging hard-on. He took the stairs this time, just the one flight. The door opened, good: no one in the hallway. He followed the numbers on the doors. 521, 523, 525, then, finally, he found room 527. He fished out his phone.“You’re there?” Sophie asked,.