Eric locked a padded rest under my head, forcing it almost straight up. ?Almost forgot.? He added, waving my slim black butt plug in front of my eye.... ?You wouldn’t want to walk home without this.?Even as my whole body shook with the impact of the mighty paddle, he dropped the dirty plug into my grinning mouth. The narrow tip of the plug sunk until it interfered with my breathing, forcing me to draw air through my snout. Eric looked at his hand, stained from handling my butt plug. I tried. I mean really, it starts right there – of course we call him Mr. Germaine in front of other teachers and our parents, but he always encourages us Bandies (that's the kids really into band, who hang out in the band room sometimes after school or during the lunch hour) to call him by his first name. He's always texting me, and trying to have conversations with me and others like the ones us kids have with each other. He dresses way younger than his real age (which is somewhere in his thirties),. After making herself settled in the seat, it was clear she loved exposing herself - for the base of the left ass cheek was also quite visible. Try as I might, it was nigh on to impossible to look away. Every glance away resulted in a more extended glance back at her - with 3-4 times the duration. We made eye contact, and that continued as a cat and mouse game. In spite of her youth, she clearly embraced her sexuality. When making another eye contact, it was more prolonged. I was palpitating,. “Now let’s see what you’ve got” holding me down so I could not move, but then I didn’t want to. She pulled off my trousers followed by my briefs, releasing the jolly roger. Grabbing a handful was a delight to both her and me, she played with it for what seemed like ages rubbing it up and down. Releasing me now stark naked, Sue drew my attention onto other matters as I undid the zip on her skirt and helped her to wriggle out, here I learnt my first desire about her that became a very big like.