Here is how it all happened.When a January blizzard blew into our area, the schools closed early so that the buses would be able to get the students h...me safely. I was a junior in high school, just turned 17, a typical randy teenager who thought almost exclusively about sex but had had only a half dozen real sexual experiences. The snow was coming down very heavily when my bus dropped me off at home. The wind was blowing fiercely out of the northwest, and it was apparent that the roads would. Though I had covered my bosom with the pallu, the transparent material of the saree was not helping much in it.He could easily see my cleavage that I was sure was visible through the thin material, and mangalsutra resting just at the valley. He opened the bonnet and asked me to start the car. So I sat on the driving seat and tried but to no avail. He came to me asked again to try.But with some sound car was getting started. Then he bent and tried pressing the accelerator pedal but my foot was. “Good! You’re a lovely girl, and beautiful young girls should be sexually responsive. Tell you what, Miss Gringsworth, come to the teacher’s lounge at four o’clock. We’ll see about furthering your education.”“I… I… I don’t know what to say,” I stammered.Master Eddings’ face became severe. “You are a Tarnheim girl, Miss Gringsworth. When your superior gives you a command, you say, ‘Yes, sir,” and obey.”“Yes, sir,” I nodded respectfully. “I’ll be there at four o’clock sharp.”At the appointed. ..SMACK, rub...SMACK, rub...SMACK. The action is building up a hot, tingling feeling in my skin, both painful and pleasurable at the same time.I test your ropework by trying to free my hands: I search for a weakness, but there is none. The knots are too tight to undo, and even if I could, the ends are tied two feet away to the bedpost. I'm completely stuck until you decide to free me, and that thought itself brings with it a shiver of delight.Kneeling on the end of the bed, you put both hands.