.."She began reading off a list of names, and one by one, petticoated boysemerged from the throng and lined up."Leslie Marsden!" he heard her call, an... he walked over to join the line,his knees quivering beneath his skirts.While the roll call continued, Leslie had a chance to look around at theother students. Some were obviously quite a bit older, second-year,third-year, probably, and beyond. Many were standing in elegant posturesthat exuded self-possession and confidence, dressed in the. They were still an hour out of Paris when the man in first class woke up. He found himself bound tightly with ties borrowed from a couple of the male passengers. His right arm was broken at the elbow and the way they had his arms bound, he was in a lot of pain. He tried to start yelling; so another man gagged him with a cocktail napkin. There was no sympathy for him at all. When Greg looked through the curtain he saw that the other man had been trussed up as well and was occupying a seat. ‘Every time you moan, I expect you to apologise again, for being so disobedient.’ SMACK. ‘ I’m sorry!’ SMACK. ‘ Ooh, I’m sorry.’ SMACK. SMACK. SMACK! ‘Sssssssorryyyy…’ Claire’s pussy was on fire. With every spank, she felt a burning pain tainted with tingling pleasure. Her dripping slit was pulsing, longing for some attention too. She dared not move. As her teacher continued to spank her pussy, harder and harder, she drifted into a haze. All she could feel was his hand smashing against. "Why are you so tough on her?" Erin whispered."I'm just toying with her," I whispered back."That's mean." I'm just having some fun. She'll know how much I like her soon enough." It's not very romantic." I didn't know romance had anything to do with what she wants me to do to her." We're girls," Erin explained. "We always want a little romance no matter what. We need to know how much you like us for who we are and not just because we let you put your dick inside our pussies." You don't.