It was a short, white, lacy slip that I wore under my clothes when I was wearing a thin blouse or a short dress. It only came down a couple of inches ...elow my crotch and the last couple of inches were a lace pattern that matched the lace that covered my breasts. It was a very pretty, very sexy garment and it was one of my favorites. When I wore it though, I always wore it with a bra under it and a dress or a skirt and blouse over it.When I had it on Nathan smiled and said, "Very hot! I like. "I'll deal with those when the time comes."She gave me a genuine smile at this. "As you wish, sir." And I quite like you calling me sir for the purposes of this exercise." Yes, sir!"I whacked her ass a bit harder with the cane."And that was for being a smartarse! Right, how are we going to do this?" I thought you could warm me up a bit." Do what?" Spank me a bit with your hand first." Okay," I said, trying not to sound too eager and failing.I sat on the couch and gestured her to stand in front. .."You think we're being extremely mean don't you?" Yeah! Me? A girl? Mom! I'll get killed the minute I set foot in theschool. All the kids know that we got caught, they all know we are beingpunished, maybe not how, but they'll be checking out every new kid thatcomes in the school just in case!" But that's why we had the doctor help you! Now you can prove that youare not a boy that peeks, but a girl just like them! Even your boobs areperfect and you know it! You have three weeks of school left. I take my long tanned legs and wrap them around your waist, locking myself to you. You lazily run your hands down my chest, pinching my already erect nipples as you work your way down. You stop to briefly rub the small four leaf clover entwined with a feather. it is the only tattoo to grace my body – a tribute to my mixed heritage of Native American and Irish. Your eyes run all over my body, your hands mimicking them perfectly. You hands intoxicate me and I feel like I could not string together.