" "You aren't the first student that has been caught in their speed trap. First, I need to see what your bottom looks like to be able to tell whether...I will be able cane you. Kneel on a chair, pull your panties down to your knees, and lean way over the chair," the principal told her. This was humiliating for Melissa, but not as bad as her recent public punishment. She did as told and leaned way over the chair. The principal lifted up her pleated skirt and revealed her well-marked sore. I didn't pay much attention to this at first because of the TVprogram I was watching. Then Tom stuck his nose in my crotch, theway dogs do sometimes, and began licking around there for any traceof the buttery muffin that might be left behind. The rasping trace of his tongue as it slipped just past myclitty shocked me and I pushed him away abruptly. But then Istarted thinking about how soft and nice his tongue had felt downthere. I placed another piece right over my cunt and made sure. She was an Indian woman, so who cared about who she knew or associated with or who she loved or who loved her. In Canada there was a thin layer of neglectful small "r" racism towards native peoples; especially women. I heard it all before about how they take millions from "US TAXPAYERS" while the rest of us have to work for a living. They are all drunks and hookers. Who cares about what happens to them?!That's not what I thought and when I first saw that picture I instantly fell in love with. “Hold on,” interrupted Ben, “you never said this was a drag show.” “I didn’t?” exclaimed Lacy, with a twinkle in her eye. “No!” barked Ben. “Sorry,” said Lacy “I thought you knew The Outskirts was a gay bar.” Ben’s eyes grew wide. “Why?” Lacy smiled nervously, then said, “Because you’re gay.” Ben grabbed his drink and downed it one swallow. Gordon smiled wickedly and waited. “How… how did you… how did you know?” “I’ve always known Ben,” she said. “Why? Is there something wrong?” Ben threw his.