Instead I grabbed her by the waste. Kissed her again before proceeding to rip of her pants. I layer down on my back .“ I can show you better than I ...an tell you.” I said in my best sexy voice. She straddled my face, already dripping wet I begin to lick all around her lips. Biting her inner thigh, teasing her pussy until she couldn't take it anymore. Her moans were getting louder, her hips began to sway. I can tell she was eager for me to taste her. “ what…are..you wai…Before she could finish. When I selected the knickers, for some reason I gravitated to my old school, plain white knickers. It wasn’t me getting dressed – it was an alter ego, perhaps a former self.As I pulled the knickers up and they made contact with my punished bum, I was suddenly, once again, made aware of the cane’s ridges. My bum felt like it had swollen to a brand new dimension, and the knickers pressing against the stripes would be a constant, uncomfortable, although not entirely unpleasant, reminder for the. It almost smells as if someone is wearing my new perfume. But that’s silly. I’m the only girl in the house. I’m sure none of you he-men would wear women’s perfume. It must be my imagination," she added brightly.Mark started to say that she knew damn well who smelled, but one look at Catherine made him realize that she would only deny it and make him look like a liar in the process. So Mark just kept quiet, reddening as he caught his father looking at him with a quizzical look. Mark ate quickly,. They're all frozen in place, watching Barry slowly unsnap the front of my dress.My heart is beating so rapidly I fear it might burst. I wonder for a second if it would hurt if it did. And then I thought maybe it would be a good thing. My horrible life would be over. But of course that didn't happen. Instead I stood beside my desk blushing furiously while all the kids in the room watch two boys slowly and calmly bare my body.It seems to be happening in slow motion. There was a long pause between.