Tapping the end of the ruler against his palm, the headmaster waited for her to settle back down before raising his hand again.“Smack!”“O-…one...”This time, Sarah remembered to count, and her hips jerked forward as she felt the surface of the ruler strike right across the sensitive strip of skin on the back of her thighs. More pain flared across her flesh, amplified by the heat that was slowly gathering between her legs. She shivered, unable to decide whether to faint or go red as a trickle of. I sat there for a while, sipping on my beer trying to figure out what I should do. Should I stay, order dinner and see what else might happen, or should I just pay for the beer and leave. Before I could gather my thoughts, the waitress stops at my table and asks if I would like to order anything to eat. That forced my hand and I decided to stay. I ordered dinner and she asked if I wanted another beer. I told her that I did and she walked away.Again I watched her, what a very nice view from. After the enlightening conversation I pulled up my plain cotton panties to my now smooth crotch and then went about the skirt. I hadn't been wearing pantyhose but it was a warm day and perhaps the previous owner didn't feel them necessary. I struggled with the skirt for another thirty seconds before I gave up and walked back to my room to put on a pair of sweat pants. If I tightened the drawstrings they fit after a fashion, after a fashion. It wasn't something I would wear in public and it. —————– Now, she felt at peace, languid on warm summer days, and the small movements within would comfort her. Sometimes on a weekend she spent all day in gentle orgasms. In the morning, we would eat without ever getting dressed, her swelling belly almost resting on her thighs. She ate slowly, tasting every mouthful; then we would lay together, touching, kissing, teasing our bodies and slowly making love. Once she started, it took only warm words.