I don't move. My face just gets hotter and hotter. I cross my legs a little, because I feel a kind of heat between them too."R-Really?" I ask. I'm rub...ing my legs together. I'm leaking again.He doesn't answer. He just takes another shot.He smiles. "Of course. Does that mean you want to stop?" I bite my lip and say nothing“... I want everyone to see what a dirty slut I am," I say in a small voice. "That I'm your slut.““Bend over for me and spread your ass cheeks," he says, and I do it. He takes. Surely she was not going to have her knickers taken down in front of the entire school. Without hesitation, Miss Trunchman hooked her fingers in the waist of the girl’s knickers and in a well practised move drew them down her thighs.Miss Jones, the first form tutor licked her lips as she watched from her seat on the front row of the assembly. Like most of the teachers at St Jude’s she was a confirmed lesbian, drawn to the school for its reputation. Her heart leapt in her chest as the girl’s. “Could we all m ... come to an arrangement for a shirt, Sir?” I heard her ask the vendor.“Sure. Buy ten, get one free!” The guy said as if offering her a deal of a lifetime.“No, I mean what would it take to let me walk out of here with one of those shirts, Sir?” She asked.“Just $5. No tax, and we’re the cheapest shirts you’ll find here. Even the thrift stall at the other end can’t undersell us!” He proudly proclaimed.“Um ... I mean other than actual money, Sir,” Honey said, flipping the shirt. There is the ability to change preferences; however that was not going to happen.There were other rules we had to agree to in writing. Never take pictures or videos for example, or call members by anything except their club name. We’re allowed to use nick names, but we both wanted to use our real names. It’s not the same when being spanked if you’re called by another name. At least to me it isn’t anyway. Besides, if Art spanked me at the club, I would have a hard time addressing him as anyone.