"I know what you want from me, and I can't do that. I don't know why I did that and ... I'm sorry!"She pushed her chair away from the table with the b...ck of her legs. "You did those things because it was your innermost desire," I replied, causing most of the café to turn their attention to Maisie and I, talking loudly. "You desperately wanted to play the lead role in a gangbang. And you did. That's what you fantasise about, isn't it?" No!" She screeched and backed away from the table, before. Carol made a soft grunting sound: “Uh!” I began massaging her there, my finger sliding in and out, the heel of my hand pressing against her clitoris. Her face began to contort, and her breathing grew shallow... ...Then I heard a low rumble, and through the rain-drenched plastic I saw a large blur approaching which had to be our bus. I stopped what I was doing and told Carol that the bus was coming. She quickly pulled up her panties and fastened her coat and by the time the bus hissed to a stop. WHACK!"Five, Thank you, Miss Smith." This will be the last stroke. Be sure and stay in position and do not rub your ass until I tell you to."Although the cane stung my bottom, I still had an erection. The heat from my spanking and caning kept me sexually excited.Tap. Whistle. WHACK!"Six, Thank you, Miss Smith." I held my bent over position as Miss Smith reached into the teacher's desk and pulled out a jar of cold cream.As she applied it to my hot and sore bottom, it felt very good. Her. There was almost nobody around, not yet. Viv was always an early riser. The coffee pot whistled behind the glass door. Viv entered, humming to herself. She filled her cup with a swift move, careful not to burn her tiny fingers.She headed out, down the corridor, considering the numbers on the door. In the end, she picked number 456. She swiped her key card and smiled tenderly at the young man tied down on the milking table. He moaned, hearing the click of the door."Good morning, Conrad!" Viv.