The Candlewick's had been with the estate all the way back to her grandfather's time. They were not particularly religious folk but that was not unusu...l at all. It stemmed from some long forgotten slight over payment for a proper baptism for one of old Mister Candlewick's large brood. The young son Jeffrey took Mary by the hand and led her to the secret entry to the priest-hole. It was a place she had been told to "stay away from unless it is an emergency". It certainly did appear that this. Daphne found my cock with one hand, it was not hard yet - but it had potential. She knelt on the floor of the shower and grabbed a bar of soap."May I wash you, Sir?" she looked up at me with those soft brown eyes.I nodded, amazed that she was so calm after her frenzy just a few minutes ago.She began soaping my feet, I lifted each so she could get to the soles. She made sure each was rinsed before continuing on to my calves and knees. Soap was stroked onto my thighs and my dick began to fill. I'm so sorry! Waah! No! No... please" However, the Headmaster would not give her time to recover. "What number was that young lady?" "... please..." she began as she sniffled. "...five sir." WHACK! This time she didn't stop screaming until nearly half a minute after the impact. She was now choking with sobs. "Please! I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, god damn it I'm sorry!" she squeaked as she was balling her eyes out. "Jenine, you know I don't abide cursing in. Between the alcohol we’d had at the club, the tingling feeling it had on every inch of my body, and the aroma of her perfume mixed with some uniquely female bouquet, I just stood there as she broke from me. My eyes were still closed with my body still reeling, awash in her sensuality. After a moment or two I opened my eyes and discovered that she had shut off the lights, lit a candle on the dresser, and was lying under the sheets, apparently naked. ‘Well, silly, carpe diem or perhaps it’s carpe.