Sure enough the rhythmic grunting from inside only confirmed my suspicion that he was masturbating and it was then that I knocked on the door before o...ening it. “You alright,” asked my concerned voice. “Because I thought I heard something.” The reaction was instantaneous because he lifted his knees, so that it wasn’t obvious what he’d been doing, and looked a trifle embarrassed. “No I’m fine,” he quietly answered while staring directly at my hard nipples once again. “Okay,” I smiled when. Dr. Catherine felt the weight of Candaces C cup tits fill hercups. Stretched only a bit as the soft fleshed filled her. Oddly thedoctor felt a sense of purpose, providing Candace the proper support. Shefought off those disturbing thoughts, "I'm a doctor, not this slut'slingerie.", but eventually the satisfying feeling of softly hugging andcaressing Candace would creep back into her consciousness.The sign outside the office said, "Test Subjects Wanted" Laurence knewthat this must be the right. If you disrupted class or did anything they deemed as “hindering the educational process”, you would get your bottom swatted. Depending on the teacher, these spanking sessions normally involved the offending student to be put over their lap or “bend over and touch your toes”, for anywhere from 4-6 swats with a hand or paddle. I was probably my school’s most notorious “spankee”. I am almost certain that I led the school in getting swats. One time, my teacher in 3rd grade, spanked me twice in one. “So this is Warren.”Sandy jumped, then laughed when she saw who it was. “Yes Barb, this is Warren.” She then turned to Warren and introduced the two. “Warren meet Barbara. Barbara, Warren.”“I've heard a lot about you,” Barbara said, looking at Warren. Her tone led Warren to wonder how much exactly she had heard. “You guys seem to have hit it off pretty quick.”Before Warren could respond, Sandy replied, “Sometimes you just know when you meet the right person. But we gotta get to class, let's go.