I step back to admire my handy work. She's bent over the desk, arms bound, ass sticking up in the air. It's beautiful and I can't help but smile as I ...ick up my belt."All you had to do was take what you were given, but no” I tell her, “So now, loud- mouthed girls get punished."I swing the belt around and smack her ass. She squeals into the gag, more shocked than hurt I think. It's only a light slap but I don't stop with one. I keep swinging the belt into her ass until she tries to use her. I watched him rush down the hall to the boy's room and I can guess what he did in there. Ahhh, to be ten years younger again!Now, on this last day, Tim was waiting near my desk as I walked back into the room at the end of the period. He said, "I have two of your poetry books to return," and held them out to me.As I took them from him, his free hand brushed and then rubbed my hand that accepted the books. His hip brushed mine as I walked past him to place the books on a low shelf behind my desk.. I gave her a long look over, partially to check for any injury, but mainly and selfishly to appreciate her body. She was aware that my gaze lingered longer than was strictly necessary, especially on her firm breasts. 'Honest I'm fine,' she repeated not commenting on my wandering eyes, although thinking about it they weren't wandering far from her ample breasts.'Your knee is bleeding and your bike is definitely not O.K.' I said, nodding at the broken bike. 'It looks like the car ran over your. I somehow managed to put her jeans and bra back. On seeing her cuteness i remembered my old fantasy of soft threesome and called deepak, and asked him if he has a extra shirt ( as i had torn shreya’s top ).Deepak thought that i might be needing a shirt and came in our room without knocking ( actually i was planning for the same). He was shocked to see sherya in her sports bra and sexy denims. His eyes got stucked over shreya’s boobs. I told deepak to help me in making her wear that shirt as she.