Her nails were half the size of Mrs. Dorian but just as pretty. I touched the front of my cargo shorts. My cock was aching to get out.I walked over to...the open door of Mrs. Dorian bedroom. I could hear both woman talking. I closed the door almost shut. I then walked back inside to sit down on the bed. It was about a half hour later that I heard some heels clicking down the hall. The door swung open. It was Mrs. Dorian. "Hey honey! Miss me??" she said in a low sexy voice. I smiled. "Yes! How. ”Sam walked in and was greeted by a middle-aged man. “You Bunjil?”“Yes.”“I wuz tol’ ter send you ter the Hotel. Downa road, palm trees in front.”“Thank you.”The Mintabie Hotel (and pub and campground and laundromat) proved to be a low, sand-colored block. When he went to the desk to register a cheery woman said: “Oh, Mr. Hollister! Inspector Timmons bin askin’ for you. He’ll be back by one fer lunch.”Sam thanked her, went to his room, and then to the pub, the Goanna Grill, which was populated. For my actions I knew I should be hairbrush spanked and it was well- deserved. What I hadn’t counted on in the empty classroom was a witness to my spanking.Miss Granger was not the kind of teacher to hairbrush behinds. She was easy going and bore my over enthusiastic talking out of turn during class. Behavior I knew would automatically get me a burning butt in Math, Science and English. Those core teachers were quick to hairbrush and we all knew it. However, this did not deter her from giving. " "Sure no problem." They enter her room. It smells slightly like her. Lovely. They sit down on a couch but leave the television off. "I've been new in town for a couple of days now and you're the first guy that has peaked my interest." "In a good way right?" She laughs. "Yeah in a good way." And then the impossible happened, she leaned in and kissed him. It was a wonderful kiss, she was firm with her mouth but not hard. It was great but it caught him off guard and she could feel that. .