Now for the final stroke, which I planned to place precisely across the site of her sulci. “Right, stick it out for me, Emma.” Thwickkkkk! “Ooow...oowhoowh! Aaaaaah. Mmm…mmm…mmm. Six, thank you, Sir.” “Up you get, Emma, give yourself a quick rub and then bend over the arm of the sofa.” She bent over the arm of the sofa and lifted her skirt, presenting her deliciously striped, bare bottom for my inspection. My erection was now amazing. “What next, Emma?” I asked. “I want you to fuck me please,. She was happy enough to see that Hyacinth was happy, perhaps getting some of her reflected joy. Hyacinth was aware that not many girls were as obliging as Enid, and she had no fears that Enid would attempt to steal her lovers from her. Hyacinth was aware that Enid didn’t know nearly as many people in the town as she. She wouldn’t, not being a student, living away from home and working with older people who, despite mostly being naturists, were not lesbians and not inclined to spend much time. “Now, walk with me.” She took my hand and led me downstairs through the library. I felt every bounce of my boobs the T-shirt fabric rubbing against my iron-hard nipples. Meanwhile the slinky wet nylon caressed my oozing pussy with each sway of my hips. I knew people could set the wet spots in our crotches as we walked out the side door. Girls giggled and guys whistled, but Sophie proudly led me on into the broad daylight of the campus afternoon. She led my across a side lawn and glanced around.. Not again! No, not the cane! She paddled me! No, not now! No!” Miss Fonseca said nothing as Ilona Blanca fetched the long, whippy cane, whisked it through the air a few times, and took her position. She calmly looked toward Miss Fonseca for direction. “Eighteen strokes, Blanca. You may begin.” With the precision and expertise of a true cane- mistress, Ilona’s dispassionate wielding of the whippy instrument evoked piteous sounds of anguish from the male whose.