He assured me that it would not hurt and that he was taking no pleasure in it. I doubted that. He told me that we were wasting time and the faster we ...id this, the faster I would get my grade and not have to deal with him ever again. I agreed. He told me to take off my clothes and I hesitated. Seeing me that nervous, he went into his desk and took this purple pill bottle and handed it to me. Take a whiff of that, itll help you relax a little bit. Dont want you puking up every where. Just relax. As I sat on the edge of the bed leaning forward, I unzipped my pants. My hand felt cold from the Guinness bottle as I started to stroke my cock. My friend in the window started to comb her hair. Next she applied lip-gloss and puckered her lips as she blew a kiss to the mirror. She then bent over as she opened a drawer in her bureau. Her butt stuck out as her breasts dangled over the open drawer, teasing the lacy undergarments within. She carefully selected a pair of panties and a matching red. I uh... I...”“Wondering how it would feel to have that leather striping your ass?”“Sort of,” I said.“Maybe I can borrow his strap later on,” he said, giving me a wicked grin.“You have a belt,” I said. I immediately blushed. I wasn't inviting him to take off his belt and give me a whipping. I was just making an observation. Really. Honestly.“Have you ever eaten pussy?” he asked.“In college,” I said.“Are you any good at it?”“I know where everything is,” I said. The truth was I had done it once,. He had given her one lick per year of age. The first time he had hit her eight times, which she thought was bad enough, but the second time he had given her twelve, and it had been nearly unbearable.She had heard stories about her grandpa's belt as she grew up, it was legendary. Uncle Frank had once let it slip that her mother had been a frequent recipient of the belt and so when Mia had to be punished with the belt, she had decided if her mother could take it, she could too. But the truth was,.