“Up you get. Pull up your panties.”Giving Clare privacy to reacquaint herself with her panties, Miss Roberts selected the slender cane from her cu...board.“Bend over the desk,” Miss Roberts commanded.Clare's tight white panties stretched as she welcomed the desk's privacy. The rattan rested against her thin cotton. She steadied her breathing. Her hot, spanked bottom was an unpleasant start to her caning.Heat flashed into her backside, her skimpy panties irrelevant. As pain stormed her defenses,. Once I was out of school, I ended upworking temporary jobs for a couple of years, never being any more than thedowdy girl with clothes hiding her assets, of which I had plenty. Big boobsand shyness do tend to go together for some and I tried to downplay my looksand assets as much as possible. Then I hooked into Jason's company in London,he was exciting and wild and had loads of cash from his job. He and I becamean item and I quickly loved to take Jason's money to lingerie stores anddressed to. They try to ignore me as I do them. They are likely where my competition lies. A further entrant in the contest is a spare-framed lanky youngster, a stranger to the town like us veterans, without any rapport with the crowd. The youth is clearly trying his best and not quite achieving the return appropriate to his efforts. I find my attention drawn to him. He looks like a nice lad, not as boldly disrespectful as the local town boys who have been given far more rope than is good for them. The. Aking up to the screeching sound of a rocking wooden bed as my body moved in a constant motion opposite to that of the bed’s, forward, backward, forward, backward and so on, I felt edgy yet happy, there was this tension building up through my body while lying in bed on my back, slightly regaining consciousness, I felt my penis throbbing inside a squishy wet hole and was fully erect; buried in that very tight soft wet hole which belonged to a small body, a fragile entity, this entity was warm,.