“Right!” He said with a slight smirk on his face. “I thought you were calling me! My name’s Jack!”“Oh, sorry!” I said feeling almost...apologetic, but slightly more relaxed, although I knew I had nothing to apologise for. “I just wanted to find my dog and then go back home!”The young man’s face suddenly broke into a smile. “No worries. I am Phil. Me, and the boys can give you a hand to look for him.” Moments later the two young men who had been playing football were stood alongside Phil. She was sitting on couch at the end of room going through papers the way she was sitting was a way she would never of sat in class she had one leg on the floor and the other pulled up to her chest legs spread wide she had her t-shirt was pulled up a little exposing her mid section and she was running her hand over her stomach playing with her belly perching . I could feel my cock starting to get hard i have had many fantasies about my teacher, but right now i could not believe my eyes, and she. " you squinch your face in curiosity and a little bit of playful distrust as I hand you a set of heavy, thick sunglasses, the kind that wrap around and cover your eyes from all angles. "Put these on and pretend you can't see. You have to be good at pretending or you don't get your present."You put on the sunglasses and of course you can still see perfectly. "Wait here, I'll come around and get you." I walk around the car, fiddling with something that turns out to be a collapsible white cane. He gave me a choice; the paddle or the belt. Out of curiosity, I chose the belt.He took off his belt, which was a thin, leather, dress belt, and he wrapped the buckle end around his wrist and struck me with it. It was more like a whip and I screamed out and after the second strike, I was crying. After six strikes with the belt, I was sobbing and begging him to stop. It was much worse than the paddle. Sean did stop. I had welts on my ass for days. We kept our relationship a secret and.