It was Wednesday, and I had three more days to go before my next “lesson.” I’d been restless all day, not paying much attention, shifting around...in my seat. Sitting in that hard desk chair made my bottom start to hurt again, and I kept shifting my weight from one cheek to the other, slouching, then sitting up, trying to get comfortable. Sister Margaret didn’t seem to notice. So once again I was waiting for the bell to ring so I could go home and continue my prison sentence. Ten minutes to go,. ‘Yes, Sir! I deserve whatever shameful punishment you decide to give me,’ said Sherry demurely. Sherry felt the now familiar conflicting heady mix of shame, excitement and arousal. She found these sessions incredibly humiliating and yet there was a part of her that was thrilled by it. And yet she did not want to openly admit that she enjoyed these sessions at some level. Believing that she was compelled into these situations caused far less cognitive dissonance between her image of herself as a. Shall I do it to you?’‘Sure. Use my pre-cum on your finger. Do it slow, as I did to you.’I agree, it’s strange to have my kid sister’s finger inside my butt, but it’s so naughty it excites me. My stomach is churning again as your finger slides deep. ‘Ohhh, I love that.’ I slowly move it in and out of your bottom and you copy me. It feels good and so very naughty, however after a few minutes we tire of it, so I remove my finger and wipe it on the towel.I lower my lips to your sex and plant. “Don’t you think so, Miss Hamilton?” I turned to look at Veronica too. She was still caressing her lower lip with her finger, and her eyes were dark once more, as they had been in the wine bar during our first meeting. “I agree, Sophie,” said Veronica, bending forward slightly in her chair and picking up a box that was on the floor beside it. She stood up and approached me, before lifting the lid of the box. Putting her hand inside the box, she lifted out a pair of exquisite high-heeled black.