My first class was French. I could get away with skipping that one, since I had never attended a session since the school year started. Instead, I wen... to the office and asked the clerk, "What are my chances for getting into the dirver's ed class?" Since it was so late in the school year, I figured that the class was booked up solid and I didn't stand a chance. Much to my surprise, there was an opening. A person had just dropped out. I thought, "Genie, did you have anything to do with that?". My handworked in her pussy again, and I could tell from the urgencyof her stroking of my cock that she was near climax. She wasdriving me close to my own orgasm also, and it was much tooearly. I wanted to defer that sweet pleasure and concentrateon Niccole. I suspected she was multi-orgasmic, and I wantedto bring her to the plateau of ultimate pleasure at leastonce before climbing to that peak together.Reluctantly, I removed her hand from my cock and gentlypushed her onto her bed. She fell. . but I could go to my grave secure in the knowledge that France appreciated my actions by providing the information about the girls in South America.Then the territorial police put the certificate in a file, stamped it TOP SECRET and put the file away in a safe at the Deuxième Bureau de l'État-major général (Second Bureau of the General Staff). France ... what can I say ... they're French.As I was saying, as we finished up with the assorted Ambassadors and Chargé d'Affaires and everybody had. She had never seen her grandfather this angry.Martin raised the belt once more and struck her again, WHAPP! And then he struck her a sixth time. She screamed hysterically.Martin paused as he heard her heart felt screams and he looked down at her panty clad bottom. He could see the thick red stripes the belt had left across her bottom. They were visible beneath her thin panties. Wicked smudges of red marked the bare flesh that peeked out from beneath the elastic legs of her panties. He knew he.