I was bracketed in my seat. By Rachel and Em. Nothing unusual about that until I started to raise my hands to cheer a play and discovered I held a han... in each.Rachel looked over at Em’s and my joined hands and Em squeaked and started to pull away. Rachel reached over to stop her. She pulled Em toward her in front of me so that only the three of us could hear her.“It’s okay, Em,” she said. “I’m used to sharing Jacob with his other girlfriends. And I’ve gathered enough to know there is something. She told Master and the slave that she would definitely be back in touch soon.After she walked out the door, Master came over to the bed and slapped the slave hard across the face. The brunt of the slap and the shock of Master slapping this slave shocked it greatly. It could not understand why Master would do this. It had done all that Master had asked and the lady had been pleased so why did Master slap it? "The slave cum without asking permission from Master. The slave knows better than this. She pushed her crotch deeper into Miss Manson’s lap, the teacher’s small hand continuing to connect with her covered bottom.After about five or so minutes, the young History Mistress paused and placed her right-hand flat on Lucy’s skirt. Her hand was warm, and she could feel that the eighteen-year-old’s bottom was also warm, as she felt the heat through her grey skirt.“Now young lady. As I promised you earlier, the spanking will continue on your knickers. Lift your hips for me.” Miss Manson. I took on her “requests” and said that I was fine to start off with a clean massage but would go sensual towards the end. A number of massages that I had given to previous girlfriends did end up in the bedroom (although my massage table is sturdy and wide enough to take two people), and so I added that I was open to go with the flow. She replied with one single word that said it all. “Good.”I welcomed her to my home on the mentioned Saturday afternoon. I had created the setting in the living.