I’m going to tell you some bad things about myself. Things that might make you hate me or mad enough to beat me because I didn’t tell you. I know ...ou’ll never beat me. I’ll accept a spanking if it will make you feel better.“Let’s go to my room, instead.”Once they were seated, Kevin asked “What’s up?”Meghan studied her hands a moment then took a deep breath. She looked Kevin in the eyes and said: “I didn’t tell you the whole truth about myself or my marriage.”“O ... K.”Meghan licked her lips.. The bells were starting to become almost continuous.“No, no, please, no,” slave painspot cried out. She was no longer in the display position, but was instead on her side on the floor, clawing at the device between her legs which was shocking her cunt and ass. She twisted and squirmed, almost running in a circle on her side as the shocks– and the pain– caused her muscles to tighten. Then she flopped over onto her back with her legs spread wide and quivering.“No, please, Mistress,” she begged. "Was it good for you?"Still glowing from the shuddering power of the orgasm I softly said, "Oh yes. Yes it was, it was amazing." When did you last have one?" Mike asked his hands idly trailing across my tingling breasts. "An orgasm or a er, um...."Smiling and cupping my breast he said. "Fuck, is that the word you are searching for?"That made me smile. "Yes I guess it is. About four months I think" I replied. "It was some time, weeks actually before we separated."Oh poor you, that must be. Every once in a while, he would get together with some of theother teachers or old friends from college. Overall, he wasgrateful for what he had. He knew his life could be worse.Like the lives of some of his students. The local area wasn'twell off, and many of the students were either from middleclass or poor families. He made an effort each semester totry and raise the grade level of at least one student who hadpotential but had fallen behind the other students forwhatever reasons. His.