Davies, who was on the sofa watching my punishment.“You keep saying that, don’t you, Peter, but we need to punish you for your past misbehaviour s... just be a good boy and lie there and take it,” the French Mistress spoke soothingly.“Auntie Natalie. Can you hold him tightly so he can’t wriggle and move about while I spank him, please?” Wendy continued as she adjusted the sleeves on her blouse.The blonde-haired Drama Mistress threw the clothes brush onto the carpeted floor and stopped stroking my. I open my palm to the sofa, but as he plumps down, his eyes are on the bar of light under the bedroom door a few feet away.“I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here?” he says.I don’t answer. I’d hoped I’d get someone who knew.In a silence as long as the Thames, I join him on the sofa, turning to him and lifting a bent knee onto it so my gown opens, showing a glimpse of stockinged legs and the prize in between.“It’s my first time using one of you,” he says. He sucks in air before he adds: “I just. I could answer most anything and turned to climb the stairs. When I saw her jump and realized I did not have anything more than a coat, I decided to gamble and to see it on tiptoe vessels wanting to reach a ledge that was in her room, pushed her up to reach the utensils and rushed to help but in a very unique way: by putting my hands on the buttocks, and on the inside of his robe. Was taken seriously because they wanted to refuse my action but could not mumble a word, he realized what he did. They seemed to kiss for eternity, his hands moving over her every feature, finding her hands, holding them as in the forge of his redemption. She rolled on top of him, laughing with a child’s joy at the conjoined mystery of his need and the salvation of his offering. She felt him growing under her frail weight through the rough fabric of his jeans and reached down to release him. As she fumbled with his jeans Sara laughed and kissed his face, she grew more aroused and in love with each breath.