Both the caning and the spanking will be on your bare bottom. Is that all understood Johnson?" Miss Johnson licked her lips again and knew she had to ...gree as she had already determined that she had no choice but to accept Gemma's discipline. She knew that when she disciplined the pupils in the Headmasters study he was masturbating because even over the sound of the spanks and the cane strokes she could hear his heavy breathing. She knew what she was doing was wrong but enjoyed dispensing the. I wanted us to go to her bedroom and as she stood up and I pulled her to follow me, Olivia asked, “Where are we going?”Smiling at her, she hesitantly smiled back and as she grabbed her pants not letting them fall down, I led her down the hall. Glancing back as we headed toward her bedroom, I could see she was nervous; I was nervous too, but as we went through her bedroom door, and I turned to face her, I put my hands on her waist and gave her a kiss.Even though there was a little light coming. She smiled as their skin made contact again. Without thinking, Gemma slid her foot up and down his leg. Ryan rolled over to face her and Gemma squeezed her eyes shut, hoping he would think she was asleep. She heard his soft laugh. ‘Oops.’ she whispered. Ryan looked into her sleepy eyes and told her to get some sleep. She waited for him to turn over again. He didn’t. She felt more awake now. In her mind they were playing a game, and if she was the first to look away then she’d lose. Ryan saw. Breasts that stuck out like torpedoes tented her sleeveless floral print shirt; I often found myself hoping to catch one in the eye if we ever bumped into each other around a corner or something. This magnificent rack that would make any hunter happy to catch a glimpse of, perched opposite a posterior you could see even as she walked toward you. Not as tanned as her daughter’s partner, she still turned a head or two when in the grocery store. Ironically she also sported a set of baby-blues,.