Her under garments were made up of a lacy white garterbelt that held her thigh high stockings on her shapely legs. The gentlemovements of the nylons o... her legs made her feel a touch naughty. Shedidn't care if her panties gave her panty lines she preferred bikinipanties instead of thongs. She never felt comfortable with the thongstrap pulled up between the lovely cheeks of her behind.Her choices in panties allowed her panty covered shapely behindinteract with the equally slippery skirt that was. "You can wait there if you want," said the Dean, "but at your own risk. You must not interfere with Maria's chastisement, and I may well want to fuck you again if you are still here."He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Maria, lying on the bed exhausted."Maria, come here and lie across my knees. It's time you were taught a lesson, so that you will be a good girl when you grow up," he ordered.As she wearily moved herself on to his knees, he surveyed her arse. It annoyed him slightly to. I felt my cock push up against my trousers at this thought. Was I starting to like this? The glorious sun on my back was suddenly no more—an ironic symbolism, I found. I turned my attention back to the footsteps and realised they were silent. This shadow must be him. He was completely silent and yet seemed to inspect me, without even touching me. His glare was piercing through the darkness of the blindfold. He owned me now and I was at his feet, ready to serve as he saw fit. I felt his hand on. Just then someone came to stand beside him. It was Christopher."Good Morning, Simone," he greeted her. "How'd the party go?"Lance shook his head, remembering the night. "It was bad." I'm sorry. I thought maybe with Zoey and Olivia it would've been a funtime for you." You'd think." What happened?"Lance cringed. "Can we talk about something else please?" Sorry."Another girl passed them. "Simone, you go girl!" Well, you're popular today," Christopher chuckled. "Did you dance on atable or.