"Oh shit. This part never occurred to me. How do I explain myself."Um.... I... Mrs. Kring...." I stammered.Michael interrupted, "Mrs. Kring, I think w...at Andi is saying is that she is in this class."Kring gave Michael a quizzical stare."Mrs Kring, this is Andi. Andi Lembke." Don't play with me, Michael. I'm not blind. I know what Andrew Lembke looks like, and---" It's me, Mrs Kring," I spoke using my boy voice.A shocked gasp swept over the room. A few murmurs of "fag" and "fucking tranny" could. Her eyes were green, her hair was black, her legs long and sleek. My heart skipped a beat when I first saw her. When she spoke my name my mouth went dry."Melanie, can you help Charlie here, I'm tired and need my rest now. You be nice to him, young lady." Yes, granny. I will be ever so nice to him." She will help you out Charlie, I have things to do in the morning so I must get to bed now, goodnight all." Goodnight, Granny." Goodnight."The old lady then went up stairs and left me alone with one. This must be what Paul meant when he said ‘something I had never tried before.’Trepidation raised its head, but once again my penis had more confidence than the rest of me. The thought of pushing my big, hard cock into the tightness of Paul’s ass was both electrifying and mysterious. Then I thought, what if he wants to fuck me? I seriously considered the idea, eventually deciding that while I wouldn’t go into things with a ‘no’ already prepared on my lips, the idea of bottoming was outside of. She flexed her ankles hard against the rope tying them together, but that only offered a minor and temporary relief from the cane’s brutal punch.The whacking noises of polypropylene-on-skin were music to her captors’ ears, as were her cries. They loved watching her pull on her ropes in vain and trash her head about, knowing damn well that she wasn’t going to budge an inch. Towards the end, Master took more time in between lashes in order to drag the beating out for as long as possible. The last.