At times I feltthat, even for a nun in charge of discipline, Sister Joseph could be quitestrict. She firmly believed that sparing the rod would spoil ...he child, a versewhich she often quoted to a boy as she took down his trousers.? She totally savored in breaking a boy?s will,often waiting until he broke down and cried, pleading ?please, please stop, Ican?t take any more sister!? before applying her firmest, fastest strokes.? She definitely loved hearing a bad boy cry,and if they were sent to. And while we are only the two of us here, you can call me Helen, all right?" I don't even remember if I answered that, but I was floating on air as I walked down to my bike, and I hardly slept that night.Tuesday started hot and sunny, and even my light shorts and a T-shirt felt warm on the ride to work. But nothing compared to the heat Mrs. Jones, ahh, Helen, generated in me, when she turned up, all dressed in white. A thin, white blouse with a rounded cut out, held together by a string, tied. Some of the places contained wilderness areas that could be explored over and over without ever crossing the same ground twice.Jack watched birds, squirrels, rabbits, moles, and gophers as they went about the business of living every day. It wasn't that he wanted to become an expert in any of those categories, but rather that he reveled in the feeling of being close to nature. He also studied the trees and bushes and grasses along the way but only for the purpose of seeing how nature protected. She brings her sticky fingers up to her face and inspects the precious fluid that coats them, sniffing them briefly. In the hallway I can not hold out any longer and I start to cum, my body tenses and I am forced to lean against the hall wall to stop myself from tumbling onto the floor. I shot large white streams of semen all the way across the hallway, shooting so far that some of it found its way onto her bedroom door. I remain in the hall watching as Mrs. Anderson picks up her favored toy.