He held me in his arms and rested his cheek on the top of my head. What is it about this man?! More to the point, what’s wrong with me that I’d ha...e an orgasm while being whipped by a man who kidnapped and raped me? Well, in his defense I did have to ask him to rape me.I’m so confused! I find myself thinking that a lot lately.Paul bent down and picked me up. He tossed me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. He carried me upstairs and tossed me on the bed and stood beside me, undressing. I started pushing back well thats all he needed and slowly started to fuck me silly. Oh he moved his hands all over everything and then with each ass cheek in hand he headed for the home plate.He was good started to go fast and then slow down speed up slow down. Stopped for a hot second pushed all the way in and then pulled all the way out. I felt empty and wanted that fucker right back in. He sat down on the toilit and told me to sit. I didn't need to be told twice and got on. I bounced. The teacher had an enormous erection visible in his trousers. Clarke was told not to move from that position or he would get more than the four he was to get. Four really hard thwacks hit his arse and he flinched with each one. His trousers were a tight fit so almost as bare skin. We were all very frightened of him as we knew anyone of us could be next. A few weeks passed and I saw in my maths book the dreaded "See Me". That usually meant punishment. I tried to ignore it but he decided some. Her short hair a dyed bright pink, cut down to a shoulder length bob with curt bangs. Blue green and red eyeliner with heavy shadows of black. With enough glitter on her lids and cheeks alone sparkle and twinkle like the night sky. Besides that she wore bright neon green lipstick with a black line down the center of her lower lip and green little dots of makeup, something jaune couldn’t place, under her right eye, which he had to admit brought the weird ensemble on her face together. Her shirt.