As I worked at Mum with my lips and tongue I unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants and underpants down to knee level."Could you rub my clitoris?" Mum ...sked, "I love it being touched. It really does wind me up a couple of notches." Where's your clitoris?" I was forced to ask."It's the wee hard button at the top of my pussy lips." She replied, giggling.'So that's what it's called.' I thought and I continued lapping at her cunt lips and brought my hand up and rubbed her 'clitoris' firmly with the. I let out a pained cry. ?Silence!? yelled the town elder. ?You will learn not to make noise unless given permission.? He reared back his cane and snapped it onto my back. Even against my chainmail tunic, the cane hurt. Once again, I screamed, this time louder and more horrendous. The man at my rear did not stop. I screamed and squirmed but he just dug his hands deeper into my waist. He slammed his thing into me over and over, sending waves across my body that clanked my. She asked where we were going and i honestly couldn't think straight so i said somewhere quiettook me a while to make a coherent decision about where to park the car because of the attention i receivedwhen we got the the school parking lot and stopped i was about ready to devour her but i took my time we went into the back and she sat in the seat giving those eyes that i can never deny, fingers brushing her lips, the other hand resting on her already unbuckled pants giving a look of pure lust. Ten minutes later, Zofeya Caldwell walked the short distance next door carrying the cake that her mother had made for Pauline to say thank you for disciplining her daughter. The tall, dark-haired girl pressed the doorbell and smiled as she waited for the retired teacher to answer. A few moments later, the eighteen-year-old saw a figure through the frosted glass panel walking to the door. The door opened, and there stood Pauline, still dressed in her white blouse and knee-length grey skirt. She.