"Then she said, "Mistress, am I to be caned?" I reach up and touched my cane and watched her begin to tremble. "Yes, but how many strokes remains to...be seen, Ms. Sweet." That will also depend on you following instructions, not only now but in the future while at this school. You do realize why you are here in the first place?" She looked confused as I told her, "You have not been following the rules. Some of your teachers have written reports about your manner of dress and how you have. He just casually went into his own bedroom -- I guess to finish dressing or to maybe wake Emily up and tell her to get ready for brunch. We were supposed to go over to Ms. Washington's side around 10 o'clock, and it was close to 9 already.Neither Dave nor Emily came out of the bedroom for a long time, and I couldn't hear them in there. Maybe they were doin' it. But I didn't think so. I mean, if they wanted to do it, why couldn't Dave have slept in there with her, last night? But at least they. Devereaux nodded, and Tom said, "Emma and I are all set to trip the light fantastic." You?" I asked Kathy."I don't have a date," she said. "I suppose I could go stag." If that wasn't a blatant hint, I don't know what was.I was glad to pick up on it, though. "Kathy, could I have the honor of escorting you to the dance?" I'd love you to," she grinned.Afterwards, while I was sitting in the living room, I heard Kathy hiss to Tom in a whisper, "You forgot to tell him! I've been waiting for him to. . She'd lick it... I'd suck it.... She'd suck it.... I'd force her a little more each time it was her turn. Her instinctive boundaries were disappearing completely. Whereas before, she wanted to shit on me, she now needed to eat Emily's shit.Emily was now playing with her clit while feeling our tongues and pushing a little bit more out at a time. Her legs were shaking.... Her hand a blur.... Her moaning increasing.... The shit growing....When it got to about six inches long, I pushed Amy's face.