Why did you tell Varsha that I was making you do this? Is that even true? Now she thinks I am blackmailing you."Each of her sentences was a slap in my...face."If you think you're k**ding yourself that you don't like this, then go on. We both know you get off on this." She sat on the bed. Her evil smile widened. "In fact I would never have pushed you to do all the things you did without your consent. Why pretend?" Oh God. I knew I'd regret making my parting remark to Varsha. I was fuming inside,. Your legs began to quiver and shake. You actually moved yourself to the door and tried to twisted the tiny silver knob that stood between you and privacy from the church. You failed. Pulses danced over your stomach, up the side of your torso, vibrated up your side and across your underarms, down your arms and into the palms of your hand. Your nipples had been so engaged in these sensations throughout the entire ceremony, you were awestruck that your areolae had not succeeded in ripping through. My language hasn’t been appropriate for a high school principal, and even well behaved women need a tune up every now and then. Then we had the problem with the secretaries. As principal I accept full responsibility for that, despite the two well delivered spankings we put into their cute buns today.” “I am glad you understand, Miss Anderson. That will make what I have to do now easier for me to accept.” He then placed his fingers under the waistband of the red panties and very slowly drew. How well I do remember all the times I heard my mother say just how proud she was of her big strong handsome son, and that how she was looking forward to making sure that he turns out to be the kind of man that any mother would be proud of. Just as my father felt like it was his duty to teach his daughters how to be good wives and lovers, my mother thought it was only right that she should be her son’s first teacher and lover. The lessons started early for Lee. The fine art of wooing a.