" Tiffany rolled her eyes at me. "Romeo here heard some boys at school talking about you. I'm not going to tell you what they said but I can say it wa... disgusting and vial. And when Will confronted them they just pushed him, and at this point I don't mean literally. And that left Will with no other option than to fight for your honor. Luckily..."Tiffany gave an explanation of what happened in the meeting with the principal and the two boys and their parents. I was embarrassed for some reason by. .the second thing?" I feel it would be best if we limited stuff to once a week. And onlywhen your father's away. Would that be OK with you?" Sure, I understand that. But does that mean that we can just watch andthat's all?" Yes. I don't think we should get involved any further than that, dear.It might lead to consequences neither one of us wants."Bobby stayed thoughtfully silent, but she could read the disappointmentclearly written all over his features. The frown on his face told thewhole. As You scan through the final one, You glance up with a slight smile. “It’s almost a shame that you’ve done so well My little slut. I was looking forward to giving you a taste of this,” You pick up a wooden ruler from Your desk and twirl it in Your fingers. My pulse quickens at the sight of it, but I only smile slightly back at You, wondering if You will now look extra hard for any errors. You place the sheet down on the desk, and look at me again. “Stand up slave.” Obediently. Every woman feels prettier with makeup on, but it also feels nice knowing that my Master prefers my natural beauty. Taking off all of my makeup, he then pulled the pin from my hair and let it fall down out of its place. He stepped away for a moment to toss the wipes and lay the hair pin on his night stand, then returned to fluff my hair down properly. As pretty as I felt before, it was much more comfortable this way. “I'm going to undress you now.” He looked into my eyes as he whispered, “My.