” She looked around to see if anyone could hear. “Come out and get drunk and get fucked before you go back to work.”“Ha,” I shook my head. �...�Sounds tempting. That’s more your thing.”“Divorced and not enjoying it? What is wrong with you?” Babs gave me a hug before heading off. “Say goodnight to Toby for me. He ran off without saying shit to me. He’s so rude.”“He’s shy.”“Whatever. Shyness is still rudeness.”I was hoping Toby would not come visit me. It was our last night in California and I had. Camille moved closer and stepped just off to his left, a position that permitted him to breath in the perfume on her cheeks, and behind her ears, and another aroma, muskier, more primal, that he swore he could detect rising from her crotch.Then, she raised her right hand and placed the cool leather of the glove on his left cheek, pulled her arm back and slapped him. The sound of the crack splatted in the corridor, and his head snapped to the right as it took the blow.By now, Mistress Camille. Ellen Ward, the lovely lady who was the object of Roger’s affection and desire stared at her phone, mildly amused and a bit confused at the cryptic, midday text she got from her lover. “Babe, we won!” “That’s wonderful, sweetie. What exactly did we win,” she responded? In all of his excitement, Roger had left out a few key details in his text. Actually, he’d left out all the details. He had entered them into a contest on www.AfroerotiK.com for an all expenses paid trip to the beautiful. Kate and Emma watched the teachers get in to position and wound the buckle end of the belt around their fingers. They nodded at each other and pulled the belts back, bringing them down as hard as they could across the two teachers’ already reddened bottoms. They heard the two teachers gasp and that encouraged them to spank even harder.Miss East and Miss Roberts cried out as the belt landed time and again on their bottoms. They didn’t regret asking the girls to use the belts on them as they both.