‘Mike set up a little show and tell,’ I demanded. ‘My pleasure Maxine,’ Mike said as he sat his laptop on the folding card table. First he set...up the video of Thomas Atwood slapping me hard across the face. Then there was the close up of the blood on my face. He kept the camera running while I kicked the shit out of Atwood. A couple of adjustments and it was Blain Atwood telling me how he suggested his brother do a drive by shooting, but Thomas wanted to make it personal. Then telling me they. Today I desired one and it responded beautifully.I was standing in front of the class with my arms behind my back. The students were doing detailed studies of my torso and abdomen. Some were using pen and ink, some pencils, others charcoal. Seemingly, from out of the blue my cock began to rise. At first it was barely noticeable, but the longer I thought of nude women or of some of my sexual escapades from the past the quicker the blood flowed into it. About a quarter the way up some people in. “Yes, of course.” He picked up my bag and threw it over his shoulder.As we started to walk to the other side of the campus, he held my hand. It felt so good to be with him again. Dallas and I had a love-hate relationship. I loved him, and he knew it. He loved me, but never admitted it. We also had a hatred for each others flaws, which was our demise. He couldn’t except my need to be loved, and I could not except anything but a full time relationship.We walked through the doors of the Student. I let out an involuntary gasp."Quiet boy," Mistress reminded me.The next four strokes followed in quick succession all seeming to hit the same spot, the pain made me jolt a little but I managed to remain silent. The next stroke took me by surprise as it cracked across the very top of my thighs, as the third one in succession hit me there, I yelped.There was a short pause, then Mistress placed her hand on my back, "Pet, what instructions did I give you?" That I must remain silent, until I may.