”“That won’t be a problem. They will be fabulous teachers for you,” I said.“Priscilla, will you please help Pastor Sarah remove her skirt an... blouse?”The young associate pastor covered the distance between her and us in almost one giant bound. In seconds, she was undoing the buttons holding the voluptuous woman’s top closed.I reached out to take Julia’s hand. Simply holding hands, we watched the display in front of us. We were somewhat surprised to see that Sarah’s choices in bras was very. He looked round quickly acknowledging I was there by bringing his finger to his lips and then instantly turned and slapped her tit with the paddle making a loud crack before calling her a Slut.Checking out her body, her tits were bright red and swelling, her mound also pink.The dirty bastard had her tied down and had been spanking away on her, he’d already been working on her for a while.He took the paddle between her legs and I noticed the redness on her inner thighs.Another loud crack with. How could she betray his father like that? What was going on in her head and life that she needed to be debased and humiliated? James drove down to the beach, parked and tried to get some sleep, but he was uncomfortable and the thoughts and pictures of what he had seen kept running through his head. At around six in the morning he drove back home and parked down the street from his house and waited. When the stranger's car left, James drove up, parked and went into the house, now an eerier home. If it wasn't for my friend, Lonnie, I would have been beat up everyday. Kids just hate anyone they think is smart. But Lonnie was special. He was a little slow in academics and I always did what I could to help him. He later would say that I got him through graduation. Maybe so, but he was my rock. Now, it was years later. Lonnie had kept pace with me, and we were in our senior year. Our teacher was Mrs. Gudenov. Of course, all the dicks in class said she was "just good enough to eat." But I.