You glance around, seeing a shining blue lake that you assume has given the campus its name, a large metal building you assume is a sports hall and tw... large dormitory buildings. You grimace at the prospect of having to go into the main building, because you know exactly what being here means.Longer classes, more study, no free time, no drinking, no smoking, stricter teachers. Hell, there's even a uniform code, as you can tell from the tie and collar currently strangling you. This place is. “Thwack!”The second stroke levelled things up by leaving its mark on Nicole’s left buttock.Again, the seventeen-year-old hardly moved or showed any reaction. Miss Marks knew that this would not last. Nicole Langley was a tough girl, but she had broken after four strokes last time and the sobs and the tears had then started to flow freely. She smiled as she laid the cane against the dark-haired girl’s bottom once more and took aim.“Thwack!”“Ow!” The seventeen-year-old winced as the senior dragon. I gasped when I felt cool air touch my insides. “Don’t worry,” she giggled, instantly recognizing my moment of unease, “it’ll close soon enough. But right now,” she whispered throatily and ran a fingertip around the insides of my distended bumhole, “I can see all the way inside you, little slut.” Goosebumps, again. “Can you say it again, please?” Damn butterflies in my tummy. “What?” She giggled. “Dirty little slut? Depraved little thing? My naughty bum-fuck?” “God, yes,” I moaned, shivering. Everything about him turned her on: his strong jawline, the way his long lashes framed those incredible eyes. He caught her staring at him and grinned. Michael put his hand just above her knee, moving his fingers around her kneecap slowly. "I love it when you wear stockings," he said softly, almost to himself. Jennifer shivered in anticipation as he leaned close to her ear. "I am going to fuck you so hard when we get home," Michael continued; his warm breath against her ear. He slowly licked.