I found myself typing almost error free, a rarity for me. When I was done I just sat there for awhile, a bit stunned. Where the hell did that come f...om, I wondered? I let the story sit for a week or so. And then it demanded that I sit down and begin editing. This version is the result of a little tweaking here, an embellishment there, etcetera. But the core is intact, the product of an unknown partner who lives in my shadow world. I hope you enjoy.Susan. The whole thing was starting to get out of control.For another fifteen minutes the girls teased and tormented her. After the pony rides, they moved her over to the desk and bent her over it. Her large ass vulnerably pointed back at them. As Annie picked up the large paddle hanging on the wall, the other two girls lowered their principal's panties to her knees.I had seen the paddle before. Mrs. Polk always spoke of it fondly from her earlier days when teachers were allowed to spank their. Several times, as she read the report on screen, she had felt uncomfortably damp between her thighs, and only with some difficulty had resisted the urge to let her hand wander under her robe to stroke her pussy. She had difficulty understanding what was happening to her. The index finger of her right hand brushed casually over her clitoris, feeling the juices seeping from her empty vagina. Was she actually missing the pain, wanting it? She raised her left hand to her left breast, grasped her. "Just fucking great, I have to clean this up, my Grandma uses this bathroom." With that, she picked up a roll of toilet paper and started wiping my cum up. It took her a good 5 minutes and half a roll to finish the job. Once she finished wiping the last drops off the curtain, she took the used tissues and dropped them in the trashcan, since I was still slumped on the toilet, my legs still spread, and my dick still out. I had been watching her ass while she was bent over wiping up my cum, and I.