Unlike my good friend Stephanie and other girls at my school, being seen as provocative is an ambition. Attention from the opposite sex is the intent....Surpassing one another’s performance was the instigator to the erroneous stunt.Stephanie and I take the same route home everyday that passes an all boys school. During our time of passing the boy’s football team begins conditioning. Our presence is scrutinized by the boys and expressed in any attempt to spark up a conversation, Stephanie enjoys. He knew if he didn't reach the city that his life's light would be snuffed out, as a candle in a stiff breeze."At this point, I pulled out a huge handkerchief, wiped the non existent tears from my eyes, and blew my nose. The crowd laughed, including my mom."Please pardon me, dear friends. The man's tale always stirs my emotions to the breaking point. Now where were we? Ah yes, his approach to the city...well."As he trudged down the long road, his body now hunched over with weakness, he glanced. Her tongue felt like a warm spear as it made its journey around the inside of my oral cavity as i submitted without resistance. "Now its your turn to stroke it" she whispered to me as her tongue left my mouth covered with the taste of her juices. My pussy now in a full rage, I placed on hands on my lap and peeled back my own tiny shirt and spread my legs slightly. I wanted Sasha to see me just as I had seen her, even though I have never masturbated with another woman watching. It didn't matter,. "Liftyour skirt." I would comply. "Your stockings are crooked," she would announce, or, "yourpanties are soiled," or, "your wig isn't straight." Whatever myinfraction, the punishment was the same. I would be pushed downand forced to kneel at the base of the couch with my torso flatagainst the hard cushions. She would then raise my skirt, jerkdown my panties and administer fifteen hard blows to my exposedbackside. If I cried out, made any sound at all, she would spankme another dozen times. "You.