Like how could she face the school if they knew a student had caned her? On the other hand if the School Inspector caned her that may well stay within...these walls. What never crossed Mrs Simons mind was whether Miss Curtis had the authority to cane her as she was too flustered to think that bit through. “You know you deserve to be caned, don’t you, Mrs Simons?” Melissa Curtis said pointedly. Mrs Simons resistance collapsed. “Yes,” she replied weakly. “So you agree to being caned?” “Yes,” Mrs. He was enjoying this, as I was too. I wanted to enjoy my tongue on his hot rod for as long as I could. His skin in my mouth felt incredible. All of my senses were overloaded with ecstasy. I watched his belly rise and fall quickly with his increasing breathing. I smelled cum and musk. Heard his moans and breaths and felt his soft, hairy thigh on my ribs, his warm balls in my hand and hot cock in my hungry mouth.I squeezed his balls a little more roughly as our excitement grew together,. Some in her mouth, most in her cunt, and a few in her ass. There was one extraordinary man that fucked her. Luckily he was one of the last. He bent her over a divan and filled her ass with his cock. After he had cum in her bowels, he didn't pull out.He did soften a bit, but instead of pulling out, he started pissing in her. It felt like an enema because it was. All that warm piss in her bowels along with his cum and that of a few other men. The real messy part was when he pulled out and had her. I was embarrassed instantly too, but not because of what she’d caught me doing. I was embarrassed because the way she said it made it obvious she wasn’t horrified about it, as I had assumed her to be. And that was astonishing in a way that electrified me. Her approval (or at least lack of censure), was one of the most significant things in my young life, and the fact that she hadn’t actually withdrawn it, like I thought she had, was so important that I suddenly felt like crying. I had to look.