She whispered, “What a wretch your are!” I went to college, came back at three o’clock, thinking about ways on the same subject; my prick got wo...se, I took it into my head, that Charlotte had given me some disease, and was in a dreadful state of mind. I washed it with warm water and greased it, having eased it thus a little, got the skin down, then could not get it back again; it got stiff; as it did so, sexual pleasures came into my mind, and worse got the pain. I greased it more, my pain grew. But he took off anyway. Don't know what's in that pretty head of his. Three months is a lot of time. Better I just find a boy who knows that he likes being treated roughly.Speaking of being rough with boys, there goes that prissy arsehole Crispian Tweedy. He's in some of my classes. He's in tenth grade but got bumped up for a few classes because he is "such a good student", according to the teachers. Look at him fawning all over Miss Quest, our English teacher. Acting like a fucking chirpy. She knows it's for her own good. Believe itor not, sometimes I've spanked her when she's not wearing her chastitydevice and she gets the cutest little hard on."Can a red face get even redder?Finally, after the fun and games of punishing this wretched littleslave bitch, we got around to properly stuffing my bra. Properly bytheir standards, which meant using every one of my panties. Just tomake sure I looked dumber still, they made sure one side was stuffedmore than the other so attention would. “I don’t want the stubble to bother you.” “I don’t want my stubble to bother you, either,” he was getting breathless, though, and I turned his hips around and ran my mouth over the front, using my tongue to entice him right through his shorts. “Oh God,” he held my head, pressing me against him. “You’re such a fucking tease.” “Shut up, dirty boy,” I scolded, “Give me that dick.” It was a joke. I mean, I really did want him to get his cock out, but we’re not 'S and M'-ish at all, honestly, and.