Dickinson flexed her sturdy crop, "Well?" she demanded. "Yyyes, miss," I answered. "And you've disobeyed Miss Appleby?" "Yyyes miss," "And you've been...watching myself and my daughters from the toilet?" "Yyyes miss." Mrs. Dickinson sighed deeply, "This is very, very, serious," she commented shaking her head. "I haven't had the need to use corporal punishment on a boy since I took over the head-ship of this school. But now...." She sighed, "I'm going to have to beat you, further more you will. .”“I said shut up. Do as I instruct you,” she bellowedJust then there was a knock at the door.“Yes come in,” the old women said sweetly.When the door opened an old man who must be in his 80’s rolled in, in a wheelchair.“Ah Mr Shap, how are you? When the frail old man unshaven and grubby noticed Sam his face lit up, he hadn’t seen anyone so sweet in a long time. Sam could smell the stench of piss, drifting from him.The old women looked back to the timid girl toes pointing in looking down at the. One of the first rules Mistress Barb had for me was that I would be totally naked while inside her house. The second was that I would be spanked for any reason at all. But my big surprise is that she set up a camera so that she could take pictures of me at any time. These would be shown to my wife. I didn’t like the idea because Mistress Barb had me doing things I would be spanked for at home. For example, I liked it that I was let out of the 2000. But then she took pictures of me masturbating,. The area right at the front of the stage was clear of seats, I’m sure once the show started, that would be packed with a sweaty mass of people, all crammed in listening, dancing, jumping up and down.They started their set with ‘Siren’, as usual, they blew the crowd away, particularly when Chrissy dumped the jug of water over her head. As I watched her from the side of the stage, my mind recalled some of the times that she and I spent in bed making love, or showering together. Ange brought me.