She turned and walked away, to continue tending to a display. In a daze I walked to my car, still frozen and brain dead. Had that really just happened... What was going to happen on Monday? AM I DEAD?! For longer than I care to admit I was convinced the latter was the case, but decided if I was dead I would be driving a much nicer car. The weekend crawled by, my head filled with Mrs Richards and her kiss, her smile and that ass. Eventually after two long days, it was Monday. I arrived at school. " Back when she had been growing up in her family's apple orchards life was pretty simple. You got up, you did the day's chores, you went to bed. One day was pretty much like another except for minor variations in the weather, sunny - or not, hot - or not, rain, snow, whatever. There were a lot of good things about this lifestyle, safety, predictability, satisfaction in seeing the fruits of your labor. Leia was bored.It was still assumed by the local culture that the boy you went to the prom. Some boys were going to get a treat and she would get her thrill and then go home and fuck Rick to death.It was her fourth hour and she had just given the class a pop quiz. While the students chewed on their #2 pencils and tried to think of the answers she sat at the desk and looked out over the class. She looked from boy to boy and wondered which of them had gotten hard ons looking at her and thinking about her. She knew that several of them had because she had seen the tents in their. It's almost too painful to stand, but I'm loving it in the way only a sub can. Finally the spanks stop briefly, he resumes rubbing and caressing my now very red ass. He spreads my cheeks, I've never felt so helpless and exposed. His finger starts gently rubbing at my hole, and I moan like a whore. "Thank you, daddy." "Good boy" he replies. He spits on my ass, and starts to penetrate my hole. Not rough or aggressive, but strong; it's obvious he's in control.Then the spanking resumes. This goes.