She looked exactly like her daughter, right down to her cup size. It didn't help matters much when instead of just shaking my hand Elizabeth decided t... throw her arms about me and give me a hug. True I was wearing armour under my clothing and I couldn't feel anything but the thought of her little bumps pressed up against me caused a stirring in my loins. I'm certain that Elizabeth had felt it. When she finally drew away from me, she gave me a knowing look in the eye that left no doubt in my. She says "I need to rinse your hair so lean way back with your head." I do as I'm told and she leans way into the tub to reach my head. As she does her robe opens and falls off her shoulders revealing those gorgeous tits again. As she leans forward to rinse my head her tit falls right by my face so I didn't let this opportunity pass by this time. I opened my mouth and closed it around her nipple sucking all the time she is rinsing my head.She feels this and is shocked saying, "ooooh, bro what. But my word! That rubber spatula did the job in spades! If you took the full hundred whacks with that your bottom felt as if it had been doused in petrol and torched; and it stayed red, sore and tender for several hours afterwards.But even that was not the worst. I cannot speak for everyone, but I know that when she disciplined some of my friends and myself Miss Goodhall did something else, and this was well out of order. Instead of baring your bottoms by pulling your knickers up over your bum. She just watched me as I thought furiously for the next few minutes. The prospect of being a mythical figure unnerved me. I stopped and took a deep breath which I let out slowly.Calm.“What’s a Sword Saint?”“A man whose Destiny is to do Our Lady’s Purpose. Called in times of strife to fulfill a specific task. They, you, are the pinnacle of skill with a Purpose. Supposedly, once set upon a task cannot be deterred from his path until his death, and that always comes at a price for those that.