She said, sitting next to me, “You know I’m a good listener.”I took a deep breath and started, “Well, after you left yesterday, Mom and I talk...d...”I did the best I could, recalling the events of the last twelve hours.“So, you think what she did was just because she’s jealous of me?” she said aloud.“I think so—we’d often flirt a little, in the kitchen, but she’d said that I’ve been distracted and wasn’t flirting as much anymore, so we went on the ‘date.’”“It sounds like she enjoyed herself. The. ' 'No, it's not a student, the guy's older and has a great job.' 'Yes, it's about love. Sex is a horrible reason to marry somebody.' 'No, I hadn't noticed that I act different and dress better.'Even teachers. Make that 'Especially teachers' because high school teachers of academic subjects tend to protect those students, especially the ones who aren't arrogant assholes about it.Mizz Coleman. Math. Well, this year it's entry-level calculus. "He's older?" Yes, ma'am. Thirteen years." And you're. “Nice to meet y’all too,” she beamed.“How’d you meet Davis here,” Mike pried.“At work,” she offered.“You work at the White House,” Mike pressed.“I’m an intern this semester,” she revealed.Jason attempted to steer conversation. “That’s great. Would you like something to eat?”“No thanks.”He tried. Mike went back to interrogating. “Are you still in school?” “I’m working on my master’s at American,” Brielle replied.“Where’d you do undergrad,” inquired Jason.“Salem College.”“Get outta here,” Jason. " He gruffly says as he pulls up my dress, yanks down my panties, and starts spanking me. Hard. "Ow. Okay, we won't get it! Please, don't! Stop!" I yell like a spoiled brat and try to wriggle out of his grasp and whimper which only makes him hold me tighter and spank me harder. He holds my head down by my hair with one hand, and is spanking me the other. I continue to wriggle around but he only uses it as an opportunity to spank my bare pussy when I open my legs a bit. I try to keep my legs.