Truth be known, I loved them both. The feel as my hand moved slowly along an inner thigh, looking for a response. A change in breathing, a slight trem...le, a shift in the position of the hips, sliding toward me perhaps. Or the slight spreading of thighs, a signal to continue the journey.How much I loved the feel of nylon against my skin. My mouth kissing and licking, teasing as it reached the soft skin at the top of a stocking or exploring her through pantyhose, hoping there were no panties. And. Then she walked to me and took my penis in her hand, using it like a tether to pull me to the dresser. Once there, she released me again and put her hands on my shoulders, turning me around. She grabbed the sides of my pants and pulled them down to my ankles and then did the same with my underwear. She lifted my shirt and smacked me hard across the ass with the wooden spatula. "Ow," I cried, twisting away."Put your hands on the dresser," she instructed. I obeyed.She spanked me with the. She dealt with it well enough. I’m sure I wasn’t the first student to flirt with her, much less the first guy. It just wasn’t something I did last year when I had her for a marking period of health. I was bringing the puck up the sideline when someone slammed me into the wall. This was supposed to be a non-contact version of floor hockey. We pushed the rule as far as we could, but this was way over the line. I looked up and saw that Brad was standing over me. ‘Dude,’ he said, obvious angry.. "Why are all of my slaves tied up with the exception of Joyce who you seem to be raping?" They thought because I was blond with big tits that I was dumb. I'm not dumb even if I have big tits and am blond Master." I know you're not dumb but that does not explain why they are all tied and you raping Joyce." We had a bet that I won, SO I get to have them all. If you say it is Ok Master." What was the bet?" I asked as curiosity getting the better of me."I bet I could eat them into submission so.