I was in puberty and ovulating when the pill I swallowed released an inner desire to explore my sexuality and my having such open orgasms at being tou...hed by my own daddy, when across his knee, got kind off fucked up in my head, that I started fantasying about replacing my mother in daddy's affections and sex life.I became a rebel, just to be punished and feel his erection under my belly across his lap. My spanking became a regular feature and an excuse for us to interact sexually, then one. “I think there’s a good chance you’ll need extra credit to get that grade up.”“I’m listening,” I said, holding back a smile to maintain the charade. She stood up from her desk and slowly clicked a circle around me in her high heels. As she approached the lectern next to me she plucked a ruler from it and patted her hand a few times before continuing her circle around me.“What to do, what to do?” she said, giving me an up and down appraisal with her eyes. She stepped closer, almost close enough. History was one of my favorite subjects. He drove by my house on his way to school, a rather large Bonneville, but never acknowledged me, as I waited for the school bus. I would come into the classroom, and my teacher would stare, and I could not figure why, even as I turned my back and went to my seat. I was rather unremarkable, but wondered for weeks. We recently were assigned seating, I sat in a position on the far corner of the front row of the classroom., and had a side view of. ’ She entered the open door and scooted over to sit behind the driver’s seat. ‘What a fool,’ murmured Jimmy. ‘Talking to himself.’ ‘What did you say Jimmy?’ I asked. ‘Remember I can’t hear well.’ I cupped my better, left ear. ‘I said, ‘thanks for volunteering’,’ Jimmy yelled. ‘I really had no one else to take me today.’ ‘You’re welcome son,’ I replied. ‘I should receive new hearing aid batteries later today. Sorry for the annoyance.’ Jimmy rolled his wheelchair over to the open door and lifted.