Matt picked up his bag and books, and walked slowly down the stairs, dejectedly, praying that none of the even harsher teachers asked him why he was t...ere, knowing that if they did he would get another screaming at. Jenny finished mopping up as best she could, already starting to cool down, she felt sorry for the boy, she knew from other teacher’s that he’d had a tough time with mild dyslexia and a tough time at home, but that was no excuse for being so obnoxious. She knew she had over-reacted. Well it was too late to go back now, the machine started to change shape to accommodate the bigger area to swing the horse whip, leather straps sprung out from the platform to secure me into place, a gag was stuffed into my mouth and lastly it spread my legs wide apart so the whip could find every little spot. I finally realized what was happening but was no longer able to reach the shutdown button, the machine figured I knew what I was doing and in a few seconds it was going to show me. Out. “I really needed that. God, I needed that.”That was all well and good, I thought to myself, but now my cock was wanting some attention of its own. Kelly must have read my mind, because she sat back up and smiled. “It feels like you have some needs, too,” she laughed, as she felt my erection through my pants.She didn’t wait for me to agree; she just unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the top, drew the zipper down, and pulled my slacks past my hips. My briefs, tented by my hardness, were the next to. The carriage house was for 'special projects.' Part of it was to be set aside as a wood shop for Terence, who hoped to collaborate with Beth in the construction of dungeon furniture that could be marketed on the Internet and at kink events -- but the root cellar whose entrance was along the back wall might see use as a holding cell and the availability of various dungeon items on the main floor would come in handy if there was anything resembling a repeat of the 'Cindy and Beverly Show' or.