I move the stool into the centre of the room. She casts me a glance of apprehension… to no avail. ‘Bend over the stool – I am going to give you ...hree very hard strokes of the slipper… like the teachers used to give us!’ She bends over the stool, her body tightening. I grip the plimsoll in my right hand and bring it down hard onto her left buttock. Her naked body shudders. Already there is a scarlet imprint of the sole. Again I swing the slipper onto her buttock with a resounding whack. She. Kate was a sweet girl and a young schoolteacher in the area. A guy's got to start out nice with a special lady like that. A nice, non-threatening movie followed by a leisurely chat in someplace like the Dairy Freeze. Besides, it's just not kosher to take a schoolteacher into a bar in her home neighborhood. You walk her home, thank her for the pleasure of her company, kiss her innocently, say goodnight ... and plan for date #2.But you don't ... you CAN'T plan for the unseen mental powers of an. ... There I am pulling up to her townhouse and nervous as hell. A knock on the door, she answers, hair pulled back in a pony tail, hardly any make-up, a tight tank top showing off her big titties, lots of cleavage and a tight pair of jeans. By all account, this was a woman, curves like one, titties with lots of cleavage, pretty, long auburn hair, sounds like a woman and OMG had and ass like one. As she lead the way to the back porch, I could keep my eyes off her ass, damn. My cock was stiff as. "Where's the orange juice? I'm still hungry." I made a mental note to not be on the bottom of a 69 any more. The food really hit the spot. It was just what we needed. We were hungry. I fed the last deviled egg to Buster and saved him a cookie for later. I laid back on the blanket to relax. Jack had put a little whiskey in the orange juice. It gave it a good taste but combined with the food, it put me right to sleep. I woke up and saw Jack watching me. "How long have I been sleeping?" Almost an.