Alison drew the dreaded Black Spot. Her lip trembled as all eyes swivelled to look at this vision of loveliness, with her blonde tresses and flawless ...kin. (How was she to know that lotteries can be... shall we say... rigged).Ever since Saint Catherines discovered that (a) single sex schooling was beneficial to girls and (b) corporal punishment even more so, the punishment sessions were arranged on a Wednesday evening. After the change in the law, the school was able to hire a new Headmaster,. "I soaped my hand and began to rub them across the velvety skin that was presented to me. I paid special attention to each part as I came to it, her neck, back, shoulders and slowly, very cautiously around her body to her breasts. I had been very careful not to let my blood-engorged member touch her, but when I caressed her hard little nipples she suddenly, and (I think) on purpose, backed into me. I clasped my arms tight around her body, holding it tight against the object of my lust and. It's a tug-of-war -- sometimes it's a slow slide, like when I've been reorganizing my porn to free up some disk space, or when I flip past a Baywatch marathon one too many times. (Sometimes I do shit like that just to torture Dick, knowing the only thing he's getting is a manual intervention. But I have to be careful, because every once in a while he'll get in a snit and force me outside, pants down, with Dick in hand, and then the neighbors call the cops, and the cleanup effort is an orgy of. ~~~The single rose lies in my lap as I stare at it. The room has once more returned to clamouring noise, the silence having abated, the stares and whispers now moving away from me. The scarlet against the blue of my dress is a striking contrast. One flower. He handed out just one of the promised favours. I feel a tightening in my chest. He handed it to me. I expected to come, see lots of beautiful things and leave. No roses were landing in my lap according to my plans, and yet here one is, the.