It was his turn now, and he refused to fail. He refused for her sake as much as for his.She held on to him for the better part of two hours. He simply...sat and held her. He pushed all other things aside. School work, his legs falling asleep, a nagging itch on the tip of his nose even the urge to go to the bathroom were all ignored to comfort her. He felt that if he broke the moment she might withdraw again, she might refuse the comfort if she were to be allowed to examine the situation too. Casey told me to get comfortable, which I did, we both undid our bras but left our shirts on, and we also pulled our pants off. I had black panties and Casey had red booty shorts on.“Can you believe this Mark said I am a lousy kisser?” Casey stated in a shocked tone.She had started to date Mark over the summer vacations since she had turned 16 just before summer, her parents now let her date. I turned 16 but three weeks before her.“Well, I can’t comment because I don’t know how you kiss,” I. He kept his face averted from Mabel as he passed her in the doorway."Close the door," said Mildred in a different kind of voice.He obeyed her, then stood, very still, waiting."Mabel must have enjoyed what you were doing to her in the pantry this afternoon," said Mildred quietly, watching George's face and sliding her fingertip up and down her sexual slit as she spoke.George didn't answer.Mildred walked to her bed, sat down on the edge, still tickling herself. "Spanking Mabel always excites me,. I want to help her FEEL strong, to know this is right for her. I want her to know that I know... I've been there. I look over at Maria, and she too has tears in her eyes. Her hand touches mine and she nods her head, as if to reassure me. I look up at you as you heat the knife and when it is ready I kiss your fingers, a sort of blessing. Then the burning begins and it as if the knife is cutting my own skin. I feel every stroke. I finally close my eyes, and think of my own Master and the thought.