Stephen was upstairs putting the children to bed and reading them their favourite bedtime stories. They all seemed delighted with this home in the woo...s. Except for little Francine who, being only three months old, was probably too young to fully appreciate the beauties of her new location, far away from that bustling little village!Diana decided to go and revisit the clearing where she and her twelve silly friends had carried out that ritual six years ago. It was that piece of occultism that. By then her pussy was dripping wet and so aroused every touch made her shudder with delight. That seemed to drive the creature insane with lust and suddenly its cock arose from beneath the tentacles, hard and way too big to fit her body. She panicked again, trying to escape, but its grip was too strong, its tentacles everywhere and their motions so intense her body stood no chance. He thrust his cock like a battering ram through the remains of her panties inside her tight cunt and she screamed. “Miss Benson always smacks us on our bare bottoms, so I wouldn’t tell,” I added.Miss Manson was obviously shocked and although she did not intend to start my punishment right then, I felt her right hand being lifted from my skirt and then connecting a moment later across the centre of my small bottom.“Slap!”The flat palm of my Form Mistress’ small right hand landed across the centre of my bottom, the sound it made being muffled by my grey skirt.“Be quiet, young lady!” Miss Manson hissed in. It began to gently caress it's way down my neck to my right breast, softly tracing my hardening nipple through my white button down blouse.Mandy giggled softly, a sound that shot through my body and landed in my clit, causing it to throb harder. "That's okay baby. You don't have to do anything. I just woke up this morning all warm and wet from the memory of a lovely dream of you. You don't have to do anything, just talk to me while I do."I moaned softly, my brown eyes slid to my unlocked door.