Aren't you the Taylor's daughter, Jeanie?" Jennie. Yes, I am." I shop in your mother's store all of the time. How is she?" They're both fine, thank yo...." Well, I better go get Mike for you. Why don't you go and make yourself at home in our living room, dear?"Jennie walked into the large Sweeney living room and sat on their sofa. She had been in the family room with Mike before, but their living room was much nicer. She wondered who played the piano, as there was a big black formal grand piano. Being sent for by the Principal was somethingthat happened to other girls, naughty girls; girls about to be caned or paddled!The little red light above Mr Spencer’s door was red, which meant knock and wait. Whenthe light turned green she knew she could enter. It was then that Meg heard the soundthat always made the butterflies in her stomach churn with a strange fascination; thesound of a boy - or even a girl - being caned on the bare bottom!“Whackkkkkkkkkk!” came the sound Meg dreaded and yet. The man moaned deeply. His hands, strong and rough, a working man's hands, grabbed her hips and pulled her back. Vicky pushed her hips toward him, allowing another inch of that magnificent cock to spear her. It really was thick, and it stretched her almost painfully. She trembled as it drove into her two more inches. Then he pulled back just a little, leaving his cockhead inside her, before shoving hard, returning to her hot depths. Vicky groaned as a full four inches rammed into her. The. ” She smiled at him. The conversation had taken a delightful turn, and so quickly! She netted her fingers behind her and walked with a bit of a hop in her step. This was fun.She jogged a few steps ahead and turned around so she could walk backward and face the centaur. “You came out of the woods so quickly, it sounded like thunder. And the way you took those ruffians down, you must be trained. So fast, and so precise, just like a Spartan warrior. I’m going to have to brag about this to my.