She was not looking forward at all to having to take her knickers off and go across the Headmistresses lap as it would be so humiliating. Still, it wo...ld just be the two of them which was unlike some of her friends who were spanked in front of the whole family and even friends of their parents. That must be really awful she reckoned. Anyway, this wouldn’t be too bad. A quick spanking and then out again. A few tears and then she would tell all her friends how she had got her first spanking. She. They found that they could get more done by doing this but it also gave them time to discuss non-school things, personal things. None of their colleagues thought it was a big deal though every once in a while someone, usually a new staff member would raise a question or two. ‘You remember that Erie Canal unit we put together?’ ‘How could I forget it? It took us over a year to pull it together. It has all the bells and whistles. It was pretty awesome if I do say so myself. We make a pretty good. “Here give me your hand.” Gail said as she took his hand with both of heir’s and pulled it toward her. He resisted, holding back. “Relax, Chris, its okay, I want you to touch me.” With that he allowed her to slip the hand under her jersey and onto her bare breast. When she let go of his hand he started to pull away. “No, no, no Chris. Put it back.” Gail almost admonished as she redirected his hand. This time when she let go the hand remained unmoving. Boy did this boy need help. “Here do. Victor Hardway stood before the easel mounted canvas, a cigar tucked between his lips, shirtless, and a cream toned fedora with a soft tan band atop his head. His eyes focused on the canvas as in his hand was a paintbrush. Since Rosangela’s departure from the apartment, he immediately found himself overflowing with the need to create. Unlike his ritualistic process, he created without a bound muse in the same room. In his mind those inspirational images were fresh and vivid and onto the.