I thought of her nipples poking under the cotton stretched over her breasts. I wonder what she was wearing at the moment. I felt my cock twitch to lif... in my pajama pants. I tried to repress these thoughts in case anyone wandered downstairs at this particular moment. I could not face anyone catching me in this condition. I was perpetually horny. "Did you have a nice time with Nick?" she asked. I was so used to calling him Coach Lennox that I was confused briefly who she was talking about.. Chrissy was wearing a white t-shirt and pajama bottoms. I could just make out her nipples through the fabric; it was clear that her c-cuppers were not in a bra. I ate my cereal and stared at her tits while my brain came awake. When I finished my cereal I put my bowl in the sink and got a cup of coffee with milk. When I sat back down Chrissy got up and came around the table. She put one leg across my legs then sat right down on my lap, her luscious lips right above me an her tits right below me.. Of course, it was locked. Ms. C came over and, with a sigh, dragged me back over to the desk. I was too scared to resist. She bared my bottom and bent me over. Then she raised the heavy yardstick and brought it down with a SMACK! "Ow!" I cried out, fighting back tears.She delivered five more smacks to my sit spots causing me to begin crying. "Ow! Stop! Ouch! Please! Ow! No more! Ouch! I'm sorry!" I cried. She just ignored my pleas. She gave five more swats then stopped.She put a hand on my back. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just.