I picked her up in my arms and lifted her all the way to the bed … I put her on the bed and removed her pallooo … her blouse was torn from the bac..., she had some cheap quality soiled bra with some old bronze colored hooks …I looked at her from the front took a hold of her blouse and ripped it apart with the blouse hooks getting scattered here and there, she had this dirty bra … I put my arms around her unhooked the bra and pulled it away she held both her hands and so the bra couldn’t escape. The girl lowered her gaze and looked at the carpet and mumbled ‘Yes Sir’. The Headmaster pointed to the area in front of his desk and Helen walked forward to it. ‘Bend over Helen and touch your toes if you please’ he ordered as he walked over to a large wooden cupboard against the wall opposite the fireplace.As he opened the cupboard doors, Helen bent over and grasped her ankles. She knew what was in the cupboard. The Headmaster looked at the array of canes and tawses hanging neatly on hooks. Her lips are softer and more full than any boy I've kissed, and her smooth body is quite the contrast from, say, Dave's muscular build. I can't wait to find out what going down on her will be like. I gently push on her shoulders, and she sits back down in the chair. I kneel between her legs and look up at her with a question in my eyes. "Please…." she says. "Please what?" I reply, playing the game Dave had played with me on her. "Please lick me…." "Lick you where, Kels? Here?" I say as I. What had brought me to this place. There was no judgement just understanding. I shared with him my love for my husband and my hurt at feeling rejected sexually by him. He encouraged me to not give up on my marriage, and if necessary to be the sexual pursuer of my husband. He told me to focus on what I could do, not what my husband wasn't doing. He made suggestions, like sleeping in the nude, or getting in the shower with my husband. To be bold about what I wanted. They sounded so simple,.