"Do you have any idea what might have caused it?" For the nervous p*****n the question seemed to resonate around the small office. This is exactly whe...e she didn't want to go."Ugh ... ugh ... I don't know but couldn't you just ... you know take a look ... and um see if it's anything uh, serious?" Rebecca Sullivan was a 'died in the wool' lesbian. The cute little p*****n girl sitting beside her desk was practically begging her to look at her pussy. Becky's head started to spin. Fooling around on. I asked if I could take the six strokes on my bum rather than wait for my hands to heal and the Headmistress reluctantly agreed.Steve's cock rose from the dead when I told him my bum was thrashed and I rewarded him by taking his throbbing penis in my mouth and giving him a blow job to remember. He cried with joy as he came in my mouth and told me he never knew he was into caning but I was defiantly converting him. I told him he had heard or seen nothing yet as I would have him punishing me. The way her long and straight black hair rested perfectly on her young, pert bosoms. Her hazel eyes were just as immaculate and her slender figure just made her a perfect ten in his eyes. As she carried on talking to her friends, she began to look back at her stepfather. Just like he was looking at her differently, she began to do the same with him. She couldn’t help but admire his tall, muscular frame, his short blond hair and pale blue eyes. His chiselled jaw line had always been admired by. I whimpered. His fingers rubbing my tiny little nub felt so incredibly good. It had only been a minuet and I already wanted to cum. The way he moved his fingers was heavenly, the amount of pressure wasnt too much nor was it too light. It was perfect, and it felt perfect. I couldnt help but moan out the entire time he played with my sensitive button. It took a few moments but once again I got lost in the pleasure and closed my legs again. The punishment was the same. This time though it was two.