A shiver ran through her and her throat felt dry. What swiftly followed were not a couple of playful swats, but several stinging slaps to her derriere... "Hey," she yelled, finding her voice, "What the fuck are you…" Her surprise quickly became anger, and she reached back to try to block his slaps but he easily pinned her wrists behind her back with his free hand. The spanking halted for a moment. She felt prickly sweat spring up on the back of her neck, beneath her arms, and strangely, wet in. ” She smiled affectionately. “But we have to—“ “I know,” he said before she could finish. He let himself get lost in her thickly lashed, dark brown eyes and then he blinked. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.” He said finally. “I know.” She studied her shoe again and the looked up and winked so quickly Grant almost didn’t see it. “I’m not going to win this competition, but I’ll see you later.” “Okay,” he put out his hand and wiped away the flour. They both started at the tingle that jumped. “you’re a dirty bastard aren’t you?” she purrs into his ear with a grin. “I’m gonna…” Michael begins breathlessly “oh no you’re not!” Lacy says getting off his cock. Michael moans in desperation thrusting against the air. Lacy leans over the edge of her bed and picks up the silk panties she had been wearing. She wraps them around Michael’s cock and wanks him off building up pressure and speed then every so often slowing right down to keep him going. She decides that NOW Michael is allowed to. “So.” I said, Kara instantly tensing up as she sensed that her reprieve was coming to an end. “How come you’re not at school kiddo?”“I didn’t feel like going that’s all.” She said, trying to play it off. “It’s not a big deal.”“I see. How often do you ‘not feel like going’?”“How about all the time!” Kara joked, trying to lighten the mood, but stopping when she saw my expression. “I don’t do it often. Just every now and then.”“Kara...” I sighed. Great, so she had been ditching school for who.