She listened as Miss Coe let out the loudest cry so far and knew it had been right to punish her here and now rather than leave it to the posers on th... Board of Governors who would probably have given Miss Coe a slap on the wrist at worst. The caning on the other hand would certainly be something that Miss Coe would remind herself would be the punishment she would earn for any future mistakes as bad as todays with April.Miss Coe was breathing heavily all too conscious of the intense stinging. He didn't offer to come closer so she assumed he liked what he saw.She then asked him to come look at the dent. When he bent over she made sure he could see down her shirt. It was a loose fitting t-shirt she had slept in. She had taken the time to put on a bra, but he could still get a good look.As they stood up and made their way to the shop so he could get a notepad he walked close to her. After they walked through the door he closed it and took her by the shoulders and turned her to face. I turned and there he was in my way. We looked at each other and then he reached out and cupped my left breast, rubbing my nipple with his thumb. I shivered.“You really are repressed. Poor thing.”I wanted him to stop but couldn’t will myself to say a thing.“That first day I moved in, I got a clear view into your bay window as you desperately masturbated in your living room. Frantic for release. Is John not taking care of you?”“Shut up.”He smiled. “What impressed me was how you kept going once. I'll bring a nice bottle of wine. Is itgoing to be dressy?"Lisa thinks about that for a moment. "Well, I heard some of the womentalking about getting a little dressed up, but I don't think you wouldhave to." That suits me just fine. Lisa gives me a tiny smile.I arrive at 8 o'clock, right at time. I ring the bell, and someonelets me in. But the apartment is black. I look around, trying toadjust my eyes to the darkness. Suddenly many hands grab me and pushme to the floor. One of them is.