The brush rises to the top of your head and pleasure washes down over the length of your back.The sensation of bare skin against wood and your pants a...ound your hips reminds you of what is coming. A little bit of distant worry. Anticipation mixes with each caressing stroke as the bristles slide softly over you. Each stroke of the brush luxuriates through your hair. Your hands sit on the the table in front of you and a little dampness gathers under your palms. Your body is warm and your skin. Despite my feeble attempts to keep my decorum in place, my office uniform went public. My large breasts and bare pussy were exposed to the wind and sun, as well as the stares of pedestrians. At least I had my Pussy Power stockings on. Maybe I could be a walking advertisement. I just hoped that I could avoid cops.I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself and tried to cover my tits and mound with my hands. Quae sera, sera.Continuing as if I’m fully clothed, I walked another three blocks. A few men. The head had rung her parents on both occasions to tell them the reason for the punishment and when she had explained the situation to them, they had unreservedly agreed to the punishment, adding it was what she had deserved. She was the only girl who had received this form of punishment at the school as far as she had known.When she had told this story to her friends, the girls had become very animated, and when the boys had been listening, she had known how excited they had become because the. Smith began to spread her legs wider and wider by noticing what his student is looking. Mike was shocked by the scene. He was reading the same sentence few more times again n again. Mrs. Smith raised both her legs and placed them on the stool.Mrs. Smith roughly shouted at Mike “Is this the way I have taught you to read. You have to be badly punished for this. Stand up and get on you knees and start to lick my legs.” Mike did what she has said to do. “Now remove my pants. Can you feel their.