The Coach was so different than the boys I had known before, so manly and masculine. I know it was only one encounter, but I felt so infatuated with h...m and isn’t that how young love usually happens, anyways? I had already made up my mind that if I had the chance, I would suck his cock again. I also had decided that if he wanted to, if he needed to fuck me, I would let him. I would willingly be taken by him. The very next school day, I tried to time when the Coach would be in his office.. His organ was erect and jumping up and down. He was a right-hander. He stood on my left side. Raised his hand high above the head. The cane was literally on his back, touching his buttocks and when it flew as in a circle and hit my palm, I literally jumped up in pain. I noticed his organ had pre cum on its tip. Being dominant excited him. Punishing excited him. There is no proof needed now that he is clearly a natural dominant. Maybe out of the realization of finding that my master was a true. "Helen, I am going to replay my instructions to her again. This time, I want you to watch very carefully just how she reacted," I said and I did, replaying the memory slowly for her."She was happy when you commanded her, but not when you asked her?" Correct." I don't understand," Helen said frowning."I'm afraid I don't get it either," John said. "If you spoke to me or Sarah like that, you'd end up on your butt, on the floor!" John said with some vehemence. "No offence," he quickly added."None. My husband was a typical Gujarathi Gamdu type, wearing turban, white rabari type dress, unshaven, eating paan tobacco, smoking beedi, spitting all the while, smelling sweat from even far off distance. Overall he was nauseating. But I had no other option but allow him to come when he wished. But my luck was good. He could get his so called erection just by seeing my boobs and spill whatever he had in his sac, just after my touch right in to my hand or on my thighs.. Having got relived he used to.