The tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she kept her teeth gritted; not giving him the pleasure of showing her pain. The crop swung again.“Ele...en ... oh.”“Twelve ... oh fuck, I’m pissing!”Each time the crop hit her backside, she would spurt out a jet of pee.“Fifteen. I told you I had to pee!”“Sixteen ... ohhhh mmmmm”There were no more sounds of pain mixed with the counting; just what appeared to be some groans of pleasure.“Seventeen ... mmm yeah.”The spurts of pee had now become just a. It made me feel warm in my lower belly.?Welcome, young ones, to Ms. Annabelle's Slave Academy for Girls. My name is Miss Annabelle, and you will address me as such. For each of you, your parents have enrolled you, for whatever reason, and we believe in sticking to our guns. By the time you leave this school, each of you will be a slave, willing and able to do anything you are told. While you are here, you will follow strict rules to help you in your advancement, but that doesn't mean you can't. When these feeling and emotions kicked in Flex’s manly senses picked up on my anal muscles relaxing and Flex really went to work on me and fucking me good. He was sweating and smacking my ass as he fucked me, his cock felt incredible sliding in and out of me, Toni must have had 5 orgasms while watching Flex use me like some male fuck toy. He then slide out of me and had me get on my back, with my legs over his big shoulders, sweat dripping onto my face, Flex slid his cock up in me, his mouth. ....The next week when I arrived I failed to notice the absence of the new librarian and after dropping of the coffees at the main counter I retrieved my book and found my usual spot on the couch available. I finished the book with at least half an hour to spare and returned it to its’ correct spot in the shelves and then headed into the rear to peruse the less populated areas of the shelves.After a while, the lights flashed above the shelves and I replaced the book on Victorian poetry I had.