A case in point is what I did for Jimmy Olsen and what I did to my mother-in-law.Jimmy was one of my prize students. He was All State as a quarterback...and a short stop. He was National Honor Society academically and he was one of the most popular boys in school. He had the rugged good looks that had all the girls wanting to go steady with him and he was smart enough, at least in my estimation, to give all of them a chance. The last thing that Jimmy needed was to get emotionally involved at this. What he needed was to learn some self control. An idea came to my mind as I spotted the captain's wooden paddle lying on the desk behind the boy. "Turn around and put your head on the bed and put your hands behind your head." He obeyed, his eyes frightened. The boy was now bent over at the waist, his head on the bed leaving his buttocks high in the air. I played with the flesh of his bottom carefully, slowly, listening to the screams and shouts of battle outside. No one would hear. The blows. Let me open the chest and shuffle the cards. When I stop shuffling, you will draw a card.” He opened the chest and Krystenah knelt next to the box. He patted her head and she leaned into his touch. The first shuffle yielded the 8 of hearts. That didn’t seem too bad: eight strokes. I had taken 21 no problem, so eight should be a walk in the park. I walked over to Krystenah, who knelt, her back straight, her tits pressed forward. I had a mad impulse to push her head into my crotch and rub her. "All right," said the second girl eventually. "What have we got to do?"Natasha held up a piece of paper, opened it and began reading out loud, "Your dare for today is to take off your panties and spend the rest of the day naked under your skirts."Kirsty gasped and Natasha giggled."That is soooo childish," said Kirsty."True," agreed Natasha, "But you've got to admit, it'll be soooo much fun." OK," sighed Kirsty, "I'll do it, but you go first." Scaredee cat," said Natasha before she took a step.