She closed the book and asked if l was alright, l stuttered l was a bit hot, Mrs Renauld’s ran her fingers through my hair smiled and was looking at...me in a way she hadn’t done before then put her arm over my shoulder which didn’t help the erection growing in my pants because now the view into her blouse got better thanks to Mrs Renauld’s bra, l could see her nipple how l didn’t shoot my load l will never know. Don’t ask me why or what l was thinking, but l put my hand onto her leg and blurted. "Open mouthed I stared at her. Struggling for some composure I stammered."But that's just a game. They're not here now, come on, Sue help me here."I tried approaching her and she backed away. "Keep that leaking cock away from my beautiful dress. We'll be in big trouble if you stain it." Sue... Sue..." I pleaded without finishing and still trying to process my confusion.She ignored me. No eye contact. What's happening?I backed down, reluctantly. "At least help me dress."She seemed to relent.. "The one holding me dragged me over to the chair, pulling me across it so my feet were off the ground, my belly on the back of the chair, and my bum prominently on display. I hung there helplessly for a few seconds, then it was like all the bee-stings I ever had were suddenly collected and applied to my arse.I screamed, squirming wildly, and just catching a glimpse of Sal with my slipper in her hand, the arm raised, then there was only pain as the second smack hit my behind. I was kicking out,. Answer exactly as to our agreement, submissive and sex slave? Now address me in the proper fashion.? ?Yeh.? Her voice soft, between a whisper and a whimper, her eyes briefly rise as she mumbles in a tone that sounds even younger than her twenty-one years of age. ?Yes? Yes Sir, I, I understand? Sir, I? I’ll be your submissive? And, and sex slave for the, the week? Sir.? ?Very good, then let’s get started.? He orders, casually rocking back in the chair. ?I see your shoes are.