I closed my eyes and thought about Pauline, as the young teacher’s small right hand continued to land across my bottom at regular intervals. It was ...owhere near as hard as I had experienced before, and I knew that I was aroused. I pushed my crotch deeper into Miss Manson’s lap, the teacher’s small hand continuing to connect with my covered bottom.After about five or so minutes, the young History Mistress paused and placed her right hand flat on my skirt. Her hand was warm, and I’m sure that my. My Dad soon got to hear of it, and started to talk to me as if nothing had happened "Dad you haven't had two words to say to me for weeks so don't waste your breath now, just for once you could have been pleased for me and gave us your blessing"I only saw Eddy a few times after that, as when ever I was working at the entrance he was working the other shift, so we hardly ever saw each other. On those few occasions when we did bump into each other Eddy acted like he didn't know me. I hated seeing. Ken and I shared a locker and he tied the ribbon holding the key around his ankle. We put club towels around our waists and he showed me over the premises; a lounge area with a servery where he had a tab for us to buy soft drinks; at the rear showers and toilets; a communal room with two large mattresses on the floor and three bench seats along the walls for the voyeurs; and a long U shaped corridor off which there was a variety of small rooms. At Ken’s suggestion we hung our towels on a couple. He had just emerged from the water with his surfboard and I could see through his wetsuit he had a rather large cock. He was around 6ft tall with big muscled arms and a perfect six pack. I went and put my towel down next to him and introduced myself to him. He said his name was Tito and he was from a small town not far from where I was staying. After we were speaking awhile, I was sure he was good enough to touch this body. He was saying something about his family when my skirt ‘accidently’.