Discipline was very strict and every boy would find themselves on punishment parade several times a term. Every misdemeanour earned a black mark again...t your name. And once you had six marks, they were deemed to have to be turned into ‘red marks on the bottom’.The punishment was always the cane, six of the best! And the venue was the special room next to the headmistress’s office. Miss Arabella would haul you over the large desk and hold onto your wrists whilst Miss Isobel laid on six strokes. And myself!It is then, that I noticed her hands. One deep in her pussy, the other busy pinching and pulling her nipples. Her fingers worked her pussy faster, driving her closer to an orgasm. I found my hands on her head, guiding myself in and out of her soft, warm, sweet mouth, my hips swaying, my cock thrusting.My cock jerked again, warning me that I was getting ever closer myself. The smell of her filled the small space. My nostrils flared as I took in the heavily scented air. She moaned. My parents gave me a lift to my student digs and after some typically over the top parental farewells, I was left alone three hundred miles from home.Settling in to student life was simple. There was an immediate social network in my fellow freshers, the halls of residence provided everything I needed and school had prepared me for the more demanding aspects of a liberal arts degree course. But of course, there was one thing missing.Separated from Jenny and James and with no access to any girly. I'll be waiting for you."I knew Jane was at her bridge club so I went home and packed a few things. I also took all my personal files and business files I had at home. I took my lap top computer and left her desk top. I wrote her a note. It was short and sweet. It read:I know.FrankI installed a hidden wire tap and recorder on our phone. I could hear phone conversations from my phone by playing them back, or by just listening as they were recorded. I climbed in my truck and headed for the.