'That ended the subject and as both of them got dressed up, Smitha looking at Pushpa said 'you forgot something.''What' asked Pushpa?'You forgot to an...int my back' she said.'That, I have left it for your son' said Pushpa going down the stairs.Smitha stood like a rock on hearing her words and when she saw an agile Pushpa fade away she came down the stairs.Later in the evening, Smitha after having a nap was refreshed. She dressed up in one of her silk sari and looking resplendent she waited for. At the Head Mistresses entrancewe snapped out of our chairs and remained standing until the HM tookher seat behind the battlements of her desk. The first thing she saidwas that in the future, when we were standing, feet together. Then wereceived the imperial hand wave and sat down, remembering to sweep ourskirts hems properly and with knees and together.We sat there withering as her stony glare washed over us. After a shortsilence, she opened the lap top on her bare desk nodding occasionallyat. With that I lay down to slumber and the erotic dreams that were sure to come.Sometime during the night, deep into the midst of some extraordinary dreams, I felt the recognizable feeling of another orgasm coming forth. Meanwhile the dream seemed so real, as I felt myself getting hot and covered with a drenching sweat. From amongst my thoughts and dreams though, I heard a soft moan, to which I responded in kind before erupting. While my breathing slowed and I relaxed after that seemingly vivid. My breath choked in my throat as I fought for a way to phrase a refusal. Words that would decline but not kill the headiness of arousal.The slap to my buttocks stole my thoughts. Leaving only the heat and sting across softly jiggling skin. Again and again. My breath stopped. My cunt wept. My brain whipped wildly between wanting and not wanting.Just when I'd adjusted to the rhythm of slap and wait he pressed his cock to my hole. My body was too lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to.