When Isis straightened up, she smiled gently at me and beckoned with one finger. Taking a deep breath, I shouldered my bag and walked to where she was...standing. Making a grand gesture with one hand for me to enter the cab first, I slid across the backseat and sat with my knees together and my bag in my lap, arms wrapped around it like a shield. Isis followed, shut the door, and the crabby cabby pulled into traffic. The car was filled with a super awkward silence, but luckily the ride didn’t. Jesse left for the concert telling me she would be staying overnight at her friend’s house in walking distance of the hall. P.C. Anderson told me she would look out for her as she was working security duty to make sure the young virgins were well protected whilst on the government hall grounds. That meant I would be alone for the weekend with Mrs. Mahmoud and that sent a shudder up my spine fearing that she might want to use my body to relieve her tension of a foreign assignment. In. . pointing outward. He wasn't facing me,... but was there. He reached out and nervously took my hand,... his palms,... sweaty. He turned slightly,...now almost facing me. I tilted my head and gave him a warm motherly smile. The tension of the silence was overbearing.He stepped a bit closer,..... ' May I kiss you Mother?',... came from his weakened voice.... I said nothing in return. I held his hand and then reached for the other,... ' I'm here for you,... always '... I added,... in a. “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Helen ensured that Charlotte’s left thigh did not miss out on the fun.The strict History Mistress continued spanking the girl with her hand for a further ten minutes, by which time Charlotte was crying uncontrollably and struggling to take her punishment. Helen held her firmly in place by placing her left hand around the girl’s slim waist and pulling her as far as she could, into her lap. Once she was satisfied, and exhausted from her exertions,.