’ I hold my breath, waiting what is inevitably to come. I dare not clench my body, or move away. I just want this over with as soon as possible. His...hand lands with a solid smack upon my backside. Ten spankings is my due reward for rebelience. Tears roll down my cheeks, not just from the sting of each strike, but for another reason. I cry because of my perverse reaction to his punishments. My body is betraying me yet again. After each spanking, my arousal heightens. Even more so as he massages. I was in ecstasy. I just like that way and allowed him to continue. I still was not sure if I should break the wall. He continued sucking and massaging me, till, I eventually shot out my load in his mouth.He drank it all. When my dick got limp, I just acted as if I am about to be awake. I just could not speak anything, paid him and he left. For the next one month, every Sunday, this became a ritual. He would suck me while I would be pretending to sleep. I now needed to break the drama. The next. The class began well, the girls all showing a real interest in the topic, the size of the class enabling Dave to make it very interactive. Right from the start it had been a fun class to teach, the girls heaping shit on him and him giving it back within the limits that his position would allow, but pushing the boundaries as the camaraderie with the class gelled.It was when they moved to the darkroom that things started to get interesting. He would make sure that he took note of where each girl. Tom laughed and said, "You need further proof?"Lisa knew who this was but she didn't like it and so she held her tongue.Michelle decided to help her and she sat down and just ignored theactivity around her. She started thinking that she just might have toadjust to being a woman and then what will she be able to go back to herold profession or go back to school to be educated or trained for anothercareer.There was the matter or the social security cards and the whole i.d. andher entire life.