My sweet fluids ran about, glistening my cunt like a diamond as I gradually brought my breathing under wraps, only to be thrown out of whack as his ho... mouth descended onto my clitoris. His tongue laved as he sucked and nibbled at my burning nub. Such hot desire floored me, and he forced me to bite down on my lip to keep from screaming his name. A husky moan escaped instead, spurring him on to move his tongue, thrusting it deep into my tight, wet sheath. He was eating me out and all I could do. . !" I ran out of wind.Mrs. Devers hesitated and I held my breath."But something has to be done before things get any worse," she pointed out, in a tone so reasonable and controlled it gave me cold chills.I nodded tensely. "But maybe you could just suspend it for the rest of the day today to let things calm down? All we need to do to stop this is protect the participants better." That's not as simple as it sounds," she observed in a tone that implied she was talking to an idiot. She knew I knew. Her glasses were put down after a rather furious climax had ensued. “She’ll be having a rest tomorrow, though.”“Oh?”“Yes... I’m giving her a whipping...”“Fair enough. Revenge is sweet, eh?”“She’s getting two whippings, with a week between them, each of twenty-four strokes.”“Mmmm... sweet indeed!”“I shall have her brought up here to be flogged.”“Why not?” Quentin snapped his fingers and the attendant slave came obsequiously forward with a drink. “Oh, by the way, I was having a word with Miss. Miss Harper has given the class a short exercise to do, and as we silently concentrate upon it she moves slowly round the room, pausing by each boy or girl to see how they are managing and if they need any further instruction. She has started with the row of desks nearest to the door and corridor, and it will take her a while to get to my place – I am almost on the opposite side of the classroom, one row in from the desks that are adjacent to the big windows. I never sit near the front in.