”John reached up to gently caress her cheek. “I don’t have any concerns about the way either of you handle yourselves in a fight, you were both ...ncredible today.” He gave her a supportive smile and continued, “I’d just like to talk it through with you. Perhaps we can find some way to help you put all those horrible memories behind you?”The Maliri girl considered it for a moment, then gave him a rueful look. “We have shied away from my past, haven’t we? I know I’ve been in no hurry to relive. We're done here.”The Mistress stayed put on the chaise-longue while he came in and returned to his desk. When he indicated to her the upright chair Alison coughed and shifted on her feet. “I'll pass on sitting down for now, if it's all the same, sir.”“I see, I see.” The Headmaster raised an eyebrow at Miss Brown. “Can I take it that justice has been suitably dispensed?”“I would say so, Headmaster. A naughty girl dealt with in the traditional manner, thanks to your good offices. And one who has. Emerson,” I said. He looked up at me, smiling, saying: “You’re right. Do you like what I shouldn’t be doing to you?”“Mr. Emerson, that feels nice, really…[gasp][flex] really…Oh God!” his fingers were inside my skimpy panties and feeling my cunt. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “You’re wet,” he said. I opened my eyes and smiled. “Please Mr. Emerson…” “Yes?” “Don’t” I felt his fingers stop…”Don’t stop…please don’t stop!” and his fingers went to work on me again. We started. As the summer wore on the colors of each field turned away from the greens of spring. A soothing tan showed where hay was growing. In fields of wheat was a golden hue, signaling the richness of the coming harvest. The acres of corn retained their greenness until much later in the year. Only in the pasturelands did the painted fields vary from their assigned monotones. There, one could see speckling of weeds among the untended grass, where sample colors of anything conceivable might interrupt.