Dotted around the room were various benches and chairs, some with cutouts and most with eye bolts which I assumed were for attachment of slaves such a... myself. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. In strode Mistress Joan.'Kneel slave' she barked. I instantly got to my knees and looked upwards.'How dare you presuem to look at me' she thundered. I quickly dropped my gaze and studied the floor. 'Crawl over here like the dog you are' she orderd. I crawled like a dog toward. She was clearly unsettled by the discussion and different thoughts flooded her mind, like how could she face the students and staff if they knew a student had caned her? On the other hand, if the School Inspector caned her that may well stay within these walls.What never crossed Miss Simons mind was whether Miss Curtis had the authority to cane her as she was too flustered to think that bit through.“You know you deserve to be caned, don’t you, Miss Simons?” Melissa said pointedly.Miss Simons. "Like a coffee?" "Love one thanks" Sitting drinking our coffees I notice Terry being a little restless, glancing at me and then looking away. Strange? I thought. I gathered the cups and in doing so, not realizing my gown wasn't fastened, my breast fell out complete and was exposed to Terry's staring eyes. Our faces, both turning crimson, then we burst out in spontaneous laughter. Terry stood up to check the washing machine, his trousers held back a very thick stiffy. My fanny flooded down my. My dad’s name is Prakash. They never scolded me or beat me even if I am stubborn at something. I came to know about incest when I was in the 2nd year of engineering through one of my friends. I started to read all the incest stories and due to this diversion I lost my concentration on studies. I got very less marks in the first internals exam and mom asked me the reason for less marks. I didn’t say anything but promised her that I will get good marks next time.As days passed I was attracted to.