A couple of the girls had been a little exotic; kinky, even. But at least they hadn't been (a) professionals; (b) under duress of any kind; or© sent ...way unsatisfied.Nope, the left side of the little-old ledger, there, was looking pretty good -- socially and professionally.On the other side, the written-in remarks were mostly in code, their meaning discernible only by the writer himself -- yours truly.On that side, the word "Harvard" appeared, without elaboration.That single word stood for the. She knew just how painful it was to be caned, and hated it during the caning, although she did have an orgasm soon afterwards. However, she knew that she had already cum and that the only sensation she was going to get from this caning was one of intense pain. That is what she thought when she saw mom being caned by Jill earlier and knew that she was going to be caned as well, but told herself then that she would stop herself cumming and therefore get her orgasm afterwards. How wrong she was,. I had a ghastly "quiklunch" across the street – overpriced to take advantage of students. But it gave me a place to scan my Manual for Postgraduates, where I learned that I could go by the Dean's office. I decided to do so – what did I risk? – as soon as I had been to the student housing blokes.(Four years in Brisbane had rewarded me with an honours diploma and the knowledge that getting things done at a university meant inordinate trekking about and time-wasting, while requiring patience and. It was getting late in the evening and we were approaching Albuquerque. We decided to spend the night.I got a room with two beds to save money over separate rooms, and we moved in with her cat. I decided to shower to wash all the sweat from the hot day and the move. Kay just lounged on the bed watching T. V. I came out of the shower wearing gym shorts and got in the other bed to watch the T. V. She was laying on top of the covers and occasionally stretched her legs to work out the kinks.