"She should be here in about an hour and, oh, she wants to cane you," said Gina.Seventeen-year-old Ryan seems to have been more or less permanently ar...used since his mother had given him a bare-arsed belting a few weeks ago but the mention of Sally caning him made his cock twitch."Oh, and did you say she could?" said Ryan."Not up to me but I did say that it would probably give you a hard-on," replied Gina."Well, I came when you caned me so I might do the same when Sally does," said Ryan, using. Yet somehow Chelsea had known that wasn't the end of it, though she couldn't for the life of her have explained how she knew. It was like a distant rumble of thunder heard from over the horizon on a clear, sunny day. It was something in the way he looked at her while they talked, something similar to the first time, but now in some subtle way more focused. There was nothing at all in his manner that Chelsea would have described as sinister or calculating, but nevertheless she'd found herself. He hung up and dialed another number.“Mr. Alexander, this is Tim Blake.”“I’m fine, but Benny was assaulted by Principal Atkinson at the high school just a few minutes ago.”“I thought as our attorney, you might have some advice.”“He’s here at the school. They’re still trying to get the bleeding under control.”“Lots of blood. It’s everywhere.”“We’ll wait for you.”Tim hung up the phone. He turned and looked at Principal Atkinson. There was no compassion in his voice when he said, “I think you. In fact, you remember it vividly. You were with a lover who understood you more than you thought possible. You remember the gentleness of his touch and you breathe heavier. You remember the aroma of his body; the size and stiffness of his manhood and you feel the unmistakable tingling building within your loins. You are becoming more aroused. You regain your composure only to see you have slipped your hand inside the waist of your panties and have inserted two fingers inside your pussy. .