” She smiles and asks “Promise?” and I nod in agreement. You smile and say “I will take the belt off, but I must cuff your hands to do it, do ...ou agree?” and I nod. You hand Laura the cuffs and ask if she’ll help. You have me lay back on the bed and she leans over me as she cuffs my hands, rubbing against me a little as she does. You take the key off your necklace and unlock the belt and unhook it and then pull off the belt. In about a second, my cock is rock hard as it’s free and it stands. To them I have nothing to say. I address only those who do understand its necessity, both men and women. I am acquainted with several headmistresses whose enlightened and skilled practice of such punishment is an example to us all. However, and for obvious reasons, there is an aspect of the corporal punishment of young women that confronts the male agent of discipline differently from the female and it is an aspect that I consider to be of great importance. In these prefatory remarks,. .. What's going on?" Erika! Lesley!" Paula screamed in terror as their arms retreated up into her torso before finally vanishing. Her insides filled only with the pantyhose she came into the stall wearing. The room grew taller as her head became smaller and smaller. Shrinking into the fabric of the bathing suit neckline. The moans and voices grew louder in the other changing stalls. Soon they penetrated her eardrums, even through she didn't actually have ears anymore. She couldn't understand. The sweetness of her juices excites me a lot. My dick bounces within my pants. Then I feel the contractions of Laylas pussy. While she pushes my head away from her pussy, she says: Pull down your pants. I want to suck you. But Aisha, I try to say while standing up. But it is too late. Layla pulls my pants down. My fully erected dick shows up. Aisha looks with big eyes and she smiles. She looks turned on by watching me and her sister. Layla kneels down in front of me and she takes my dick, puts.