Davenport though, had been caning girls’ bottoms for many years and if Debbie had any thoughts of a lenient finale to her caning, the wily, old Head...istress certainly had other ideas. As the next stroke landed across the upper portion of her bottom with a ferocity that belied the Headmistress’s slender frame, it had Debbie near climbing over the desk, and with barely enough time to regain her composure, another explosive stroke had her writhe across the desk as her entire bottom felt like it. She had hoped she’d be all cried out before it would be time to board the flight over four hours later… but she just couldn’t stop thinking about how she wished she had a time machine and could go back and fix how badly she’d screwed up. That thought gave her an idea for a song, so she sobered for a moment as she dug through her bag and pulled out her writing journal that she carried with her all the time and started scribbling as tears dripped onto the pages of her notebook. Just as she was. It was during the later times that mutual masturbation and occasionally mutual oral went on regularly with close friends. I had several male friends that liked to jerk off on sleepovers and camp outs, or whenever we could manage some privacy.Most of this exploration stopped sometime in the teenage years as relationships with females dominated the sexual landscape. Even through college and the military most of those early memories seemed to be a reference for future behavior, even after. "We discussed some outstanding matters, and I went back to my office towork. I was still totally at sea. I mean, I wasn't thrilled that mywhole life had changed, but this one seemed better. I put this out ofmy mind to get down to work. However nice Jack was now, it was stillabout the billable hour.An hour later, Marisol buzzed, "Jane Rascoff for you."I picked up, "Hey, Janey, what's up?" Jane was my fraternity brotherJeff's wife. They were also clients, so I assumed that this hadsomething to do.