"So, what turns you on?" he asked."Men who don't need to ask that are a start," I said with a laugh. I had been standing while drinking a Coke from a ...mall bottle at the time. The professor kissed me and at the same time pushed me against the wall.He broke the kiss and whispered to me, "So your pussy hurts. What did you do to cause that?" To be honest," I answered breathlessly, "I really don't remember." It must have really been something, since I'm sure that pussy isn't tight." he said."I. "Yea that's better. Ummm slow yea I like that. Nice tight ass.Nice slut." I hear him start to fidgit with himself.I try avoid having eye to eye contact with him.He motions me toward him. "Come closer boy. As usual you know nothing.I'd better adjust it for you." Don't pull down back here, pull it up. And here in the front,pull this together more so that you stand out.Your tall for twelve but you need more meat on your bones. As smallas you are you need to learn how to make yourself look bigger.. I wait anticipating a slap, longing to feel the sting and heat of his hand chastising me. I bite my lip to prevent myself from begging. He deliberates an agonizingly long time over my punishment. He is much more patient than I. I hear him toy with the riding crop in the umbrella stand. I so badly want to feel his strong hand but maintain my silence. His hand moves back to my ass and I revel in the thought that he has decided a spanking is in order. He pinches me hard making me draw in a deep. The next day as usual she received the pink rose and card, but today there was no email address on it. After a few more days of only the flower and card Amy decided to contact her mysterious flower person under the assumption that he was letting her set the pace by not pestering her with his email address. Amy finally relented and sent ti_amo_molto, who ever the heck that was an email. Over the next few weeks notes were occasionally exchanged. The conversation was light, the admirer didn’t.