After a while Kate poked her nose into the spare room where she had allotted Paul.He had showered and was lieing on the bed with just the bathtowel ac...oss his midrift.He was asleep and Kate admired his taut body and imagined what was under that towel.She felt that old tingling of desire and couldnt help but fleetingly touch herself while watching him.She found she was already wet.Kate tiptoes back to her room while Paul slept and quickly dropped her clothes and climbed on to the bed.Closing her. "Where do you think you're going?"Abigail was walking down the stairs and the severe expression on herface meant only thing - he had broken one of the many rules how had toobey at all times."Your left leg," she barked.David looked down and saw no problem, but then he double-checked theback of his leg and with horror saw the run in the stocking."I must have....." he started to explain but he was cut off abruptly by asweep of the hand from Abigail."You should know better by now" she scolded, "And. It was 7pm on a Wednesday, all the staff had gone home (or so Wale thought), suddenly, the door opened and Steph walked in,she had a tight skirt that accentuated her curvy laps on and only her camisole with her pointed nipples obviously in display.She ignored the chairs in the office, lifted her skirt up to display the most wet pussy Wale had ever seen, with a butt plug firmly stuck in her ass...all the fantasies Wale could never have with his fiancee.She positioned herself on the table, with. Oh god, Oooooowch!” she squealed. I delivered two more and felt her hand clutching my ankle; her bottom bouncing gently against my knee, two more and her other hand came searching for her ever reddening globes. I pinned it to her side and swatted her again, her legs thrashing into action, her tiny feet swaying through the air in tune with each slap of the brush. Becky’s little bottom was now the colour of claret and her howls would surely assure her mum she was getting her comeuppance, I was.