Ironically, he faced the same fight with his mind at times except he was the scolder. He was the defeated one that had given in trying to exercise con...rol. Like a supply teacher in a lesson from hell, Jerome just sat there behind his desk, not even telling the k**s to stop breaking the rules, for they knew by now it was a rule break and didn’t care, and what power did he have, really to stop them? Running helped empty Jerome’s head by forcing him to challenge himself physically and focus good. He finished the last 10 cane strokesand pulled out his belt and gave me 10 very hard smacks with this; making mecry with each stroke. My ass was a large, red mass of welts and bruises whenhe finished; I knew I would not be easily sitting down for a few days. Once he was finished with that, he put the ball gag in my mouth, put on theblindfold, and made me stand up. I felt a chair being pushed under me, betweenmy legs; the back of the chair in front of me. I recognized it as the woodenchair from. "No mam. The night janitor, Jenkins. He... he tried to have his way with me. Cornered me in the bathing room. I only just managed to get away." I suppose you did nothing to encourage him?" She flipped over a page of her paper, sniffed at the air with a lift of her nose. "He does a good job around here. Do you know how hard it is to find good help? Lord knows we don't have enough money to pay them what they're worth."With a huff, Miss Hamish set the paper down and pulled her glasses from their. Ah, may I hold it?"His eyes widened, and the stream shut down."You were holding it, aiming it. I'd like to try," I added sheepishly. "Are you finished? Is it too late for me... ?" No, your strange request stopped the flow." With a shrug and a smile, he added, "All right."I sidled up to him and took his flaccid - read cute - cock in my hand. With a wicked grin, I said, "Ready - set - go!"I felt warm urine move down through his shaft and shoot out the end. My aim was poor, so the stream missed.