Steve asked what the man wanted to which we would get no reply. He heard footsteps come at him as a hard slap came across his face. The man said, "You...only speak when spoken to." Steve wasn't sure what to think. He was still drunk from the night before, and thought it might be a ruse put on by his friends. The man stood up and slowly walked to the bedside and lit a candle. The light was dim enough to see around the bed. Steve was mortified to see the clothes he was wearing were his. he also. His imagination had already reached its peak, the images flowed as fast as a film in his mind as he imagined being possessed right in that hotel room, his body replied synchronized with the images she saw and her excitement grew dramatically, her heart was beating furiously and strong until she felt it in her throat, her fingers now without realizing it were completely wet with her pleasure and inside her all the way, from her mouth uncontrolled little moans of pleasure began to come out and. One girl had told her that it took her boy friend three different nights to finally get his cock in her. Sloan would have none of that. Not with Matt Brady. “Matt. Don’t worry about me. Put it in. Please.” Matt slowly built up the pressure. Sloan turned her head and bit the pillow. Matt pushed harder. Sloan clenched her teeth. Matt thrust his ass as hard as he could. He ripped her hymen membrane, burying his cock to the balls in her. “Oh, oh, God, that hurt,” Sloan moaned out. Matt pulled out.. She stood stock still and stared at the master and trembled. He pointed at the floor in front of him and gave her the command to come forward and present herself for punishment. The problem was that although nearly all girls had received corporal punishment at some time in their school lives, there were still a very few who had so far escaped and this was one such girl. She just couldn’t believe that during her final term she was going to be thrashed as part of one of the largest group beatings.