I'd been deflowered in the saddle at a riding academy the summer before, but in all other regards I was quite virginal. The only hands that'd caressed...the new bloom of my body were my own. As for the deed itself, the details I knew were sketchy but a bit more accurate than most girls'. I knew that boys got big and hard, which was how the dance could begin in the first place. All that spunk and stuff wasn't in my vocabulary, but I did know that what happened to boys wasn't that stupid nonsense. 'I see, you alright?''yeah, I guess I am. Actually I don't know, everything happened so fast with her and now it's all of a sudden serious.' She smiled gratefully as Leila handed her a drink.'Maybe we should let you guys talk.' Pepper said, giving the others a meaningful look.They all left hurriedly, leaving Stella and I alone. 'Okay, well I guess now's your chance to unload.' I said, I still didn't really like hearing about her new lover but she was after everything, still important to me.. “Three-ee-ee!” She wailed.The way she lifted her breasts created a peak that was almost irresistable, a lovely arch near the top. Actually, not almost. I slashed the cane straight down across the tops, and she moaned in pain.“Four!”I delivered three more as quickly and accurately as I could, driving the cane as far into her pert globes as I could.“Fi-si-se-eh-eh-ven,” she wailed.“The bottoms, now,” I instructed, as tears rolled freely down her face. “Lift them by the nipples.”She winced as she. It was a study period, and not very many students were in the class. Two girls sat at the back of the class, doubtfully studying and chit-chatting. The guy two rows behind me was blasting music through his headphones. I took this as my chance. I dropped my pencil on the ground on purpose and turned around, emphasizing my ass as I picked it up. I was wearing this super short skirt, and I was sure he could see my black thong. I turned around, and sat on the chair, and crossed my legs. I looked.