But they soon saw Trish, arch enemy of the bitch brigade and head cheerleader, coming towards them. She too had a look of total disbelief when she s...w her enemy walking so shamelessly. But she needed no encouragement. She grabbed the sticky pin covered tits, and slowly and painfully pulled out the pins. Once done, she went into her house, and returned with real nipple clamps, a thong and a torch.The clamps were soon in place, and Trish added weights for good measure. The shorts were removed,. At the third stroke of the cane Aisling was in pain,memories of school came flooding back.She had surprised herself by asking the Headmaster to administer the caning on her bare bottom.As she had lowered her jeans and panties she had noticed the Headmaster press the cane against his trousers,she guessed correctly that he had an erection.She had heard a note of excitement in his voice as he had ordered her to bend over his study table."Like old times Miss Saunders,you were one of the most. No silver spoons. But that's not the point, is it? I throw myself down into the chair that sits behind my wide mahogany desk, the Corinthian leather giving a reassuring squeak as I settle into it. I remember screwing in this chair, the leather cold against my naked flesh. Its been a while, though, since that little slut. Christ, I can't sit here all day with a hard on. I do actually have work to do. Putting away thoughts of fucking, I log into my system and start reviewing email. After a few. ”“Masturbation,” I suggested.The Floozy nodded. “Yeah. Very distracting.”“I’ve heard that from a number of girls,” Master said. “The programming seems intentional, but I haven’t figured out why they did that particular kink.”“Maybe as a punishment,” I suggested.Master looked at me. “Really?”“It seemed so with Sammy and me.”The Floozy nodded. “You know, now that you mention it, you could say that. Maybe the programmer was homophobic, and put that in.” She looked at Master.Now that I knew he.