Miss Johnson was using the big wooden paddle that hung by her desk. It didn't seem to hurt as much as I had remembered. I didn't say anything and Mi...s Johnson spanked me like this for about five minutes.She must have noticed that I wasn't getting much from my spanking because Miss Johnson said, "It looks like the spanking isn't having much effect on you. I think I know how to make you really feel it." With that, I felt her fingertips on the insides of my briefs. Soon they were at my ankles. She seemed like a conservative woman.I was staring at her boobs. She enquired whether she can close the gates of the farmhouse and switch on the electric current for the fence on the wall for security reasons. All the time while talking my eyes were on her boobs and her eyes were noticing that.I said, “Ok” and she was about to leave. She gave a look onto my pants to check my bulge and then she left the place. I then closed the door, locked it properly from inside and walked upstairs. As we were. Norman and Safin are both pulling out of Wimbledon due to injuries. Blah blah blah... boring as only sports could be, but he had learned to pick up sports trivia in self-defense. Makes for innocuous conversation starters, at any rate.He checked his watch. A minute or two till the cabin door closes, and the cabin was only two-thirds full. Maybe he'd end up sitting alone after all--but no such luck. A young woman came dashing in, bag in hand, right after the flight attendant returned with his. He sat there in shock and a little fear. What the hell had he stumbled onto here? He wanted to run. He wanted to stay and watch, and he wanted to get in the hole and dig.Larry moved back toward the hole, crawling this time. He put on a pair of sunglasses before he once again looked over the edge of the hole toward what he assumed was the front of the object he was now convinced was a vessel of some kind; a space ship if you will. He was convinced in his mind it was alien too. No human.