Jessica’s tanned skin was covered in tiny goose bumps from the cold air, her breasts were tight against her shirt and her nipples were stiff. She lo...sened off her tie that hung between her plump C cup breasts and hooked it on the door handle, as she unbuttoned her shirt from her neck she could feel the pressure release from her chest as her breasts lay cradled in her bra. The cold air creped in under her shirt making her flat stomach tense and her breasts pucker as she flicked her shirt away. ” Within seconds, that first, stinging, bottom burning stroke landed right in the middle of my bottom and I struggled to keep my position. The pain burned and burned and I forgot to thank Joanne. She snapped at me, “Don’t you need to say something, naughty boy?” All of a sudden I remembered and said quietly, “One. Thank you Head Girl.” Joanne smiled and took aim for her second stroke. “That’s better Peter.” Joanne then took the cane back behind her head and brought it down with a “crack!”. That's when the cogs started to churn in my head. "Sorry Trenton she's gone for the day. She had to go into work for a shift and she left me all by myself." That's awful. I'm sorry she abandoned you here. I'm guessing a pretty girl like yourself will have plans really quickly though."Wow he must have been reading my mind or something. I did have a plan and he had no idea it involved him."Maybe you can help me with something Trenton?" Oh sure, I'd love to offer my assistance." Well maybe you can. Her other hand moved in to cup my balls and she paused just long enough to spit in the palm of her hand. The feel of her warm, wet hand running slowly up and down my shaft was exquisite.She pulled the foreskin back again, then slid her hand to the base of my shaft and gripped in very tightly. She leaned in, her tongue looping out to run up the length of my shaft and flicker across the tiny strap of skin on the under-side of my helmet. The sensations was intense, and her grip kept the blood.