A little scrawny, but a lot of scrawny goes a long way. His hands are consumed with the angles and textures; here the instep, there the arch, now the ...all, crunch the toes. Feet are the Job of the body - burdened always, barely loved. Women, at least, adorn them now and then while men simply ignore them, if they can. Stub a toe, get an ingrown toenail, contract athlete’s foot, slice your foot wide open as he had in his youth, and you might be dumb enough to wish you didn’t have any. But the. And I have always fantasised about being punished in public - in English schools, including expensive private schools like mine, corporal punishment has long been banned and I have always regretted this. We have a school museum (it is that sort of really old, prestigious school), and there are various canes and paddles in the collection, as well as etchings of punishment scenarios. So one summer holiday, I was sixteen and my parents had gone off on holiday by themselves, leaving me alone at. Then after reaching back, it was starting to get dark and she suggested that she wanted to stay for that night at my place and search for a house the next day if I was ok with it. I stay alone in my apartment so I was immediately overjoyed and welcomed her. We went to my apartment she said she would fresh up and we could go out for dinner. I could feel my dick getting harder and harder. Then she changed to a very comfortable short and t-shirt and we went out , she suddenly asked me if I drink. Disgusted, I gingerly patted the front andback of my new skirt, finding no tell tale bulge of a wallet."Uh, I'm afraid my ID was in my pants sir. They're gone now." It was allso very surreal."Okay, okay." he answered, "I realize you've had a rough night." Itlooked like I was going to get a brake. Leaning back on the hood of thecar and making himself comfortable, he smiled before continuing. "I'llcut you some slack. If you go ahead and walk heel to toe in a straightline back and forth in front.