What was that, she asked herself, it wasn't like the stupid girls at schooltalk about. No heart pounding and throat swelling up or any of that. It was...omething stronger, she had enjoyed being pinned there for that moment, tohave his body controlling hers, to be forcing her down… She shied away from these awkward thoughts and resumed watching the new game.With her and Kyle's departure from the half court a full blown game had startedbetween some of the kids. The critical mass had been reached. I nudged him aside, moving to wear I was standing nearly straddling the toilet (good think it looked clean) and bent over, my arms resting on the back of the tank. I glanced over at him, knowing my ass was in full view of his eyes, and wondering if this was okay. He was staring at my ass; his lips parted a little as he took in my position, and then raised his hands to push my skirt up further. By now the denim was around my waist, more like a belt than an actual skirt, my ass exposed (like my. It wasn't a well lit room her first thought was that of a movie she seen recently 'SAW 3' she almost giggled at the silly idea someone would tie her up just to do a bit of torturing pointless in her eyes. Then the door room opened and the figure she had seen 2 weeks prior walked in staring, looking almost delving into her soul. Another blackout and she was up, a search for the time was again commenced "IS THAT 7 ALREADY!" she almost panicked at the time she left her work at 4 usually how had. Be-not-proud. I pull the panties down. That is my province, mine and mine alone. I do not pull the panties up. That is your responsibility. And it's not pannies. It is panties, the 't' is present. You will account for that 't' and not overly so, Cully, or, you will be punished."A slight pause---then on to the end that first day:"You'll learn as we go. I will teach you through discipline and of course the tried and true method; corporal punishment. Yes, here we utilize the belt and I will spare.