. Me ghari sagle joplet yachi khatri keli and haluch baher padun kakuchi bell vajavliKakucha mala msg ala “ i’l msg u later konitri alay”Ata til... kasa sangnar to konitari mich ahe mhanunKakune patkkan gown ghalun darvaja ughadla and mala pahun vicharla are raj evda ratri kay kam kadla?Me mage pude kasala hi vichar and karta tila aat dhaklala and darvaja lavun kiss ghenyacha prayatn karu laglo..Kakula kahi samjla nahi kay hotay te..Thoda velat ti savrli and mala dhaklun vicharu lagli he tu kay. I thought to myself that I could easily have avoided this caning, and still wasn’t quite sure why I hadn’t. My perfect record at the school was ruined. Though, to be honest, a reckless part of me was quite pleased about that. Sometimes I hated being Miss Goody Two-shoes!Thwack! The next stroke landed on my bare bottom.‘Arghhhh!’ I let go of the desk and half-stood up.I hadn’t been ready for that one. And it was on my bare bottom too! It was only a tiny, thin piece of fabric, but when it was. Barbara was her perky young self. I tried not to notice. I had other things on my mind."Can I get you anything, Mr. Walters?" No Barbara, I'm fine."Lying to my wife and now my secretary.The weekend came and Sandra and I had a wonderful dinner at a new French restaurant in the next town. The meal was wonderful and the ambiance superb. We shared a wonderful bottle of wine the wine steward had recommended. We stopped for coffee afterwards at a small cafe we used to frequent in our younger days. It. Then accept me there and obsess for more and more of that ultimate soreness. Therefore, add some flavor to your musing and verbally ad-lib some of your innermost emotions. Yes, when you go on–and keep touching yourself–use your feelers and also tell me the real insider story. In other words, feed me some gossip. Let me hear you on the line, chitty-chatting about the good things happening to your aura–and within the depth of your belly. Yum, yum, interpret it all so I understand it. Confess what.