I gasped. It was slightly padded, but it still stung a bit. Then he clipped the other end on my right nipple, so the chain hung down between my breast....“Is it ok?” he said.I nodded. “It pinches a bit, but it’s kind of nice,” I admitted. I wobbled my tits, making the chain swing.“That is so fucking sexy,” he said. I looked down, and I had to agree - it was the perfect finishing touch, and made me look like such a slut.He knelt next to me and began to kiss up my leg. It tickled, but I couldn’t do. I can't get up."I entered the bathroom, to find her struggling futilely on thefashionable low profile toilet seat, almost in tears. She wasfurious with herself for showing her 'weakness' to me. I did notoffer her comfort that I knew would be rejected. I simply put myarm back around her, helped her to her feet, and then let go onceshe had regained her balance. Without doubt, I would pay forthis later.Once that particular humiliation was complete, she abruptlydismissed me from her room and set. I agree. Since Jennifer proposed it and you encouraged it, I guess we don't have to count the ballots."Jennifer said, "I know this is a shock, but it seemed like the only decent thing to do, and I want to know more about her. She's coming Christmas night, after she spends part of the day with her parents."They both pounced on me. Brianna said, "Jordan, you can call family meetings, too." I'm not the one to turn over this canoe. Let's just see if we can get to the other side of the river before. Miss Ayers lavished Sandy's rump with hot, open-mouthed kisses, making love to the pert little globes, now delicately flavored with the strawberry lotion she had applied. She could feel the girl's body quiver with excitement – the pain of her spanking, she suspected, now all but forgotten.Eager to kick the action up a notch, the teacher gently parted Sandy's cheeks, staring at the delicate rosebud of her anus. She took a long, slow lick, trailing her tongue through the darker-hued cleft."M-Miss.