E last Thursday with Shari (it was last period and too hot to do ANYTHING, let alone run about in a manky PE kit in front of pervy boys (and girls, LO...DS of the girls at my school are bi or lesbian – including Shari) so can you really blame me?), and we were sort of smoking. When I say sort of I mean we were. But we don’t do it all the time. Really we don’t. Anyways we always go behind the Art Block to skive because it’s nice, shady, TEACHER FREE, and there’s a big log to sit on. Well we were. The list states 20 strokes to the breasts in order to maintain the contract,you will receive those 20 strokes now and count them out,if you forget to count then the punishment will be started over again,maintain your position as is and I will commence,once more flexing of the ratan cane took place and he placed the cane lining up as the breasts overspilled onto the desk as they lay in the specially produced stocks,with a bit of luck he could strike her nipples but to make sure he adjusted them. "By the way, you have such a dad bod... your chest is so hairy, holy fuck." She added, softly giggling.Looking down I can see a good portion of my chest on display, the hairs of my chest indeed showing how reluctant I have been to shave that region. I used to shave regularly, however since my wife has been away for long frequent periods of time I have lost the passion to do so. I let out a small nervous chuckle at my daughter's comment, slightly looking down past my hard-on to briefly analyze. He was against me pushing hard, his hard cock lying in the folds of my tight buttocks, which he had smeared with Vaseline, and was humping up and down.I can remember reaching behind and taking hold of him and he felt big, but somehow instinctively, I sensed he should be between my legs and I tried to pull him in, but he just wanted to do it this way.He would run his hand over my chest but it was flat and without feeling for me, but for him it seemed to remind him of what he was trying to fuck,.