As we were walking down the driveway she almost tripped and I grabbed her to steady her.I told her that I had better hang on to her because it was so ...ark and I didn’t want her to trip. So I put my arm around her waist and she put her arm around mine. We walked in silence to the end of the driveway the entire time my mind was racing and I was glad it was so dark so she could not see what was happening in my pants.We got to the box and she retrieved her mail and we started to walk back and she. Thodi der baad Rathore sir bole.Rathore sir – Leela ji, ek rasta hai.Mummy – Woh kya?Rathore sir – Kartik ko wapas maths ka exam dena padega.Mummy – Kya aisa ho sakta hai?Rathore sir – Ha, Leela ji, aisa ho sakta hai. Lekin mujhe nahi lagta ki Kartik woh bhi clear kar sakta hai. Woh maths mein weak hai.Mummy – Ha woh to hai Rathore ji.Fir mummy ne thoda socha aur boli.Mummy – Rathore ji, kya aap usko tuition nahi de sakte?Rathore sir – Nahi Leelaji, ye allow nahi hai.Mummy – Please Rathore ji,. So, getting the cane was definitely right in the circumstances, and as she felt the cane being rubbed back and forth across her bottom she knew she deserved every stroke. Miss Foster loved how she had taken disciplinary control over the headmistress. Miss Jackson had a reputation for being strict and using the cane instead of reasoned argument. The students were scared of her, and still were, but then they didn’t know their headmistress got caned by the school secretary. They would chuckle if. Without hesitation. I slipped my hoody and shirt over my head, and stumbled out of my jeans and socks. I stood before her in my shiny cheeky panties. She walked around me eyeing me up and down. I was reminded of when Catherine did this same sort of casual inspection yesterday."Good. Come with me" she ordered with cold professionalism. She led me to her bedroom where I saw the handcuffs and ball-gag laid out on her bed. My heart raced even faster than it already was. She hooked the chain of the.