The second part of her sentence is for you to have actual experience of the perils of girlhood.”“But I never expected this.”“Did you ask what ...as the full punishment?”“No, I accepted my fate and assumed that a belting was to be it.”“Well, now you know it wasn’t. I’m sure you’ll be more careful about what you agree to in the future.”There was no point in arguing. I’d fallen into a trap and just had to accept it.“Okay do your worst.” “Right, now put these on.”I looked down to find Mrs. Jones. I've had a weird feeling about it for months, and when we talked on the phone I know you were holding back."This turn of the conversation was troublesome. "Everyone has secrets. I'll bet there are things you don't tell me about either." We didn't used to have, before you came here. So I want you to answer one question." Go ahead." This is supposed to be your room. I shared a bedroom with you for 16 years, and I can tell you don't sleep here. You sleep in Monique's room, right?"It seemed futile. So, I decided that I'd have to be careful, so that I had a kind of plausible denial about it if she woke up. So, I kept my head on the pillow beside hers, tried my best to keep my breathing (which had gotten a bit heavier) quiet, and moved my pelvis back so that I my dick (which in a matter of time will be as hard as a pole) was not pressing against her buttocks.I was finding it such a horny experience, to touch her, to see exactly what stimulation was possible as she slept. I had seen a few. You are saying that Emma, a girl who is something like three or four inches shorter than you, ‘overpowered’ you and tied you up like this against your will? Is that what you want me to believe?” Liz crossed her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes.“Well ... no, it wasn’t exactly like THAT,” Mike admitted. “She, um, offered to go down on me. But I had to let her tie me up first. But then she wouldn’t UNTIE me!”“Well,” Liz said, eyeing the pool of cum, “Looks like you got what you.