...sir" and before I knew it, soft barely (or hopefully barely) audible moans came with every count. and it seemed almost too soon before I moaned out...Fifteen sir." and with that, I heard him drop the belt and he gently started rubbing my ass..“Mmm good girl. you never lost count. and if 'm right, there were some moans toward the end. did someone enjoy being spanked like the naughty girl she is?" I nodded my head and weakly replied"Yes sir..." I heard him quietly laugh"Really? because I don’t. Oh, and she’s married, has been for 17 years. What I haven’t mentioned yet, is she’s 38. At first, it was just that innocent crush a male student has on his professor. I’ve never been lucky enough for something like hooking up with my professor to happen.We’d known each other from both of us being at the school all the time and in passing. Her husband also works there, as an activities coordinator and professor. He’s a real dumbass and douschebag. Anyway,. To say that we had some raised eyebrows and a few derisive sniffs, might be an understatement. However, by this point in the summer we knew what the four of us could do, and we simply put on our game faces and got ready to roll out. On these rides, you can usually pick out the actual studs (usually a handful), the wannabe studs, and the posers. The poser count seemed a bit high, and the wannabes seemed even higher. Since you had to raise a few hundred dollars for charity to ride the. " Okay. Good marks. Want some tea?" Yes sir. Then I'll get to work." What are you getting up to, Gordy?" I'm going to trench on the lee of the shrubbery." Fine. I'm going to dig on the shady side of the Rover." Gordy?" Yes, Logan?" When the abos were here, you asked them pili something." Pila Nguru, Spinifex people. I asked if they were part of a tribe named after the grass." Thanks."I walked about halfway to the shrubs. The ground sloped upwards slightly to where they were. A shrub relatively.