Knowing the truth of my wetness emboldened her to embrace the certainty that we would be nude and together, close together, in either my bed or her be.... She knew she would feel my tongue touch her and lick her. She knew by then I would be most willing. She also knew that in my unconscious layers, we were already writhing together and we were feeling each others fingers exploring our most intimate depths; my conscious, surface, denial she savored the most because she knew it would have to be. As the third stroke came down, she forced herself to relax her muscles as much as possible, raising her bottom up directly into the path of the cane to prevent herself from clenching when it hit.“Swish!”“Oohhhhh-… E-…eleven!”Reaching down with his hand, the headmaster tapped his finger gently against the fig of ginger as it stuck out of her backdoor, and she groaned in turn.“There we go,” he said, “Now just nineteen more.”He raised the cane for the twelfth stroke, and Sarah felt her head. I had discovered just how thin her shorts were, as we had become saturated, and I loved the warm wet feeling on my face. I fucking loved the fact that I could watch things unfold in the mirror above us, mesmerized by watching my hands move up and down my sister's body, lightly moving from her thighs all the way up her back. I thought about working my hands around to her breasts, but didn't want to push my luck. Besides I loved feeling her shapely ass and eventually working up the courage to. I pulled the back of the dress open wider and moved it down off her shoulders, making it possible for her to take her arms out of the dress. I pulled the top of the dress down to her waist. She was naked from the waist up with the dress bunched around her hips.Trembling with anticipation and need Laura started to roll onto her back, but I helped her up on her knees. Her head hung down, hair clinging to her flushed face and falling over her shoulders, her arms held her weight and she waited,.