On our way to class, this was a major talking point, initially between us girls and then across the whole lower sixth. No-one had been caned at our sc...ool for two or three years so this was a big deal. Did she mean on the bum or across the hand? If it was on the bum would it be over clothes or bare? Whatever it was it made us all behave well for some time.It couldn’t last of course and a week later, during a history discussion talking about ancient Egypt, Mike joked that Cleopatra was a big. He'd lie her on her back or her side, and just pump until he was done. She wished he'd feel for a rhythm that could speak to her own desire and dance with it, or even want to find ways to make the flower between her legs moisten and open up by itself, but he never did. She had heard that some men did this, even using their mouths to open up a woman's sex. She could only imagine what that might feel like ...would it feel anything like the jets of water that sluiced between her legs? Nowadays,. With every correct step my pleasure grew and grew, and those thoughts of doubt disappeared. I appreciated how right Sam had been about the plug in my sissy pussy as being an integral part of being a sissy bitch because I couldn't imagine how I could correctly walk or stand without it. I was intensely pleased with my discovery and clenched all the more at the plug, imagining it was Sam or one of the men in the movies.I felt a stab of shame that I might want another man's cock more than I wanted. “Good morning, Stephen Rayevich!” Aleksey said, greeting me Russian style.Katya did the same, and I saw Lyudmila roll her eyes.“Have you been able to talk any sense into our rebellious daughter?” Katya asked.“Comrade Colonel,” I said for the effect on Lyudmila, “it would take one of Dmitry Sergeyevich’s tank divisions to do so, and I would not put money on the tanks!”“You have noticed?” Aleksey asked with a smile.“It’s difficult to miss, Alyosha!” I grinned.“Come have some tea and we shall talk.