James and his dad moved into the town of Arthur Mills just around summer. When he moved into town, he was depressed. There was no school. Not many you...g people. Most people were over fifty. But still, he saw people working in what should be their retirement age. James's dad hired a private tutor for him, a woman named forty-five year old woman named Sandra."Your dad is a good man. We are glad to have him here!!" exclaimed the shopkeeper."Yeah tell me about it," James dismaying his sarcasm.Ever. Rule number two in our private times you will wear a collar because I own you. Rule three you will come here every weekend after school starts and on whatever nights during the week that I summon you here. Rule four you may not cum without my permission. Rule five you are no longer allowed to wear a bra or panties without my permission. Rule five you will always wear skirts that are no longer than knee length with a minimum of a three inch heel. If you wear a shirt with buttons you will leave. " Your man," Betsy teased her girlfriend. "After two days you're already talking like a straight girl. I'm telling you, once Alex leaves town I'm putting you back on a strict girl diet." So what are the plans for the day, boss man?" Gail asked, ignoring the disjointed byplay. She was interested in what she needed to plan for, even as her eyes were taking in every detail of the two naked lesbians laid out before her."I've got ... plans," Alex gasped out. "I won't ... detail them, but they're. There was an awful silence. I had failed to observe the submissive's code. I had proved to be a wimp. Hazel said that her co-partner the French girl would allow me a five-minute respite, then start the punishment again from the very beginning, twenty strokes, but twice as hard. She counselled me "not to interrupt the French girl like you did me, my dear. You must go through with it".Mademoiselle Annette, a pretty, dark-haired girl in her early twenties, was keenly appreciative of the humorous.