“You’re just too scared to try.”Damn right I am, Chloe thought. Just then, the bell went. All three girls packed up, and were heading to their n...xt lesson Chloe caught a few comments from some of the girls - apparently, Josie had told the whole story loudly in her class, and word had only spread further from there.Suddenly, Jess spoke up “Oh look - it’s Gemma”. Sure enough, the statuesque brunette - only six inches shorter than Nathan at 5’10” - was indeed coming their way. She stopped them. When she touched near his groin Emma felt his limp manhood flinch. She smiled for it had been quite some time since that had happened. She paused to see if he wanted pleasure. His growing hardness was his tacit reply. Her strokes were slow, gentle and deliberate. She did pause to wonder what others might think of her loving actions. Dismissing all negatives, after all it was an act of pure love, she continued until Harold reached fruition. In Emma’s eyes such sexual acts were the exchanges. It was a harsh unit and they would not have been the only ones whipped in that time. She checked the punishment register and found that her friends' names figured very prominently. They had received more than three times as many lashes as all the other offenders put together! What were they playing at? They were astute girls and capable of keeping out of trouble if they wished. It was quite obvious that they were deliberately bringing all this on themselves, but as Miss Merridew had said, Fran. " he cleared his throat, " ... go ahead and take off your clothes." All of them?" Cherry whispered in her sweet Southern voice and she glanced at Ms. Beyle as if the teacher would protect us."Strip down, ladies," the woman said, just like we were in the girl's locker room or something."Uh, thank you," the Principal smiled at Ms. Beyle and then looked at us again. "We'll provide you with footwear, don't worry."Footwear? I stared at the man, feeling my face burn. Who cares about shoes? What.