They had even written each other letters and sent cards. How Twentieth Century!Standing in front of 'her' mirror he vividly remembered when she had re...urned to campus after that summer. It was a warm Chicago end of summer day and he was seated on a bench outside her dorm when her dad drove up in the family's silver Dodge minivan. Naomi didn't see him at first as she got out of the back with a suitcase in each hand. She was wearing jean shorts and a tank top and sandals. He got up and walked. My mind was wandering when I heard her surprised voice say, "Er pet, that was eighteen." Oh.. er, sorry Mistress, thank you Mistress for your kindness in allowing me to feel pain for you, I love you Mistress" I stuttered.Mistress softly rubbed my cheek for a minute, then kissed it and said, "Now for the tawse, boy, twenty four strokes, I don't care what other sounds you make, but you will count and thank me for each stroke. Understand boy?" Yes Mistress, I understand."The tawse was made of. He unhooked her bra, then ran his hands around to the front and lifted the bra over her beautiful breasts. Angel felt his hands barely touching her, almost tickling her nipples. She felt one strap cut, then the other as her bra fell to the ground. He lifted her breasts gently from behind, squeezing softly and playing with her nipples. Angel fought the feeling of being aroused, but her nipples didn't lie. His hands gently touched her stomach to the top of her shorts, then undid the top snap.. Once he was satisfied that no one seemed to pay attention he quickly leaned across the intervening distance and in no time had my panties in his grasp before quickly hurrying inside his bedroom. I gasped at the audaciousness of his act! Just imagine, if anybody were to catch him? I mean, I just did, didn’t I? What was I going to do about it? I rushed out to the window but then stopped – I wondered, what must he be doing with my panties?I imagined the scene. He would be in his bed, I guess,.