I'm worried that I might have something to do with it." Don't blame yourself, honey. I'll call Mrs. Ambrose and see how Peyton's doing." Thanks, Mom. ...'ll call you back later and see what you found out." Okay, Jake. I love you." Bye, Mom."I closed the phone and handed it to Clarissa. "Thanks, Sweetie." What did you want to talk about?" asked Clarissa."Maybe we should go sit down," I said.Clarissa and I went to the outdoor portion of the cafeteria and grabbed a table that was in the shade. I. The school had been a strong proponent of CP for its long and distinguished history. I wasn’t, and I let my views be known. It didn’t go down very well.I wasn’t quite shouted down, but it was pretty close. Both the current and former Headmistresses were on the Board, and both were fairly vocal in their opposition.‘To appreciate the value of corporal punishment, you have to see the effect it has on the pupils.’ Janet Dickinson, the current Headmistress, was clearly passionate in her views.‘But. Hannah?" he said."What?" I answered, knowing he was likely referring to his penis more than the pizza.The zipper of his trousers made a heavy buzzing sound as he pulled it down. He struggled with his underwear before he took his thick cock out. Then his hands moved over my head and pushed me toward his cock. I took it in my mouth and sucked him.It wasn't long before Christoph was hard as a rock, and then he pushed me back onto the couch. He pulled my tracksuit down and stretched my thong away. I love it,” she sighed.I began to move back and forth and realized fucking wasn’t as easy as it looked. I found a rhythm and I saw how her fingernails dug into the fabric of the sofa. I still hadn’t used the entire toy.“Give it all to me, fuck me deeply,” she begged me.I placed my hands on her hips and went deeper and faster. She arched her back and looked at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were glazed over and her mouth open. The vibrator inside me was driving me closer to my own orgasm but I.