She deserved to receive a whipping without mercy. Forced to obey his strict instructions, pleasure at her profound predicament dampened her panties. I... wouldn't prevent his strokes from inflicting the worst pain.He arrived, his face stern. Picking up a heavy black magazine, he dropped it at her feet.“Spread your feet.” He crouched and rotated the magazine lengthways to separate her bare feet by an uncomfortable distance.“Arms by your sides.” Moving to their couches, he sat gazing out over their. My mother turns around and walks through the door, Ms Wilson looks up the stairwell straight at me. Can she see me sitting on my lower legs fingering my little man in a boat. I let out a little moan. Ms Wilson slaps my moms bottom hard. SMACK. I hear Ms Wilson tell my mom to straddle the coffee table. My mother mumbles her protest. SMACK. I sneak down the stairs silently to the door. I see my mother lying face down on the coffee table her arms and legs are being lashed to the table. My moms. ..? The kicker was she was ovulating and I had sprayed her reproductive system with a large amount of my seed.Well, how was I to know? She had smelled like Demie, right down to the sulfurous brimstone scent, which she explained afterward was from the bad eggs from her fridge. I looked up at the ceiling."You have a terrible sense of humor," I said to God. He had to be listening, right?And then Demie walked in through the front door wearing her human form, her face a combination of the dead 60's. “I expect Miss Cardwell to be given lines – which she will present to me first thing the following morning.”Miss Manson unintentionally reached for the top two buttons of her navy cotton blouse and undid them.“In addition. As Lucy is a repeat offender – this is her fourth instance of failing to have her PE kit this school year – I expect a suitable dose of corporal punishment to be administered across her bottom.”Pauline Manson licked her lips as she recalled the times she had taken misbehaving.