Then, the student I had just caned would leave my study going out into the secretary’s office, normally rubbing her bottom, and there would be a loo... of worry on the faces of those students sitting on the chairs waiting to go in. Of course, that was quite understandable. Then, the intercom would go and each student froze, except for the one closest to the door who had to get up, knock on my door, and be called in. Then the other students would have to move to the next chair knowing that they. A few wooden picnic tables lay scattered around with no organisation apparent in their layout.‘Follow me,’ Sandra instructed and made her way over to the clearing.I did as I was instructed still wondering as to where the mysterious bathroom was located.Overhead, the clearing was shielded from the sky by large oak trees which lifted their green-leaved branches high above our heads. The air was warm despite the shade and I was glad I had chosen summer clothing for my trip to the university.‘We. He was sitting on the floor, back against the couch. The bottle was on the floor, too. I danced up to him, put my crotch under my (relatively short) skirt right up against his nose for a moment, then backed away. I reached up under my skirt to grab the waist of my pantyhose and pulled them down a little. I realized I would have to sit down to remove them, so I pulled out a chair and faced him, worked the pantyhose down my thighs and calves as sexily as I could, giving him whatever peeks under. This is a little bit of a rant, but bear with me. Or, heck, skip a few paragraphs if you like. It'll be OK, really.We all know that isn't true, that kids are going to learn about sex one way or another, that even if they heard absolutely nothing about it from their parents or teachers: the changes in their bodies, hormones, finding out what feels good by playing with themselves, all of this means that sooner or later, but inevitably for every last one of them, they are going to discover how to.