I gasp, as I feel your fingertips grazing down my sensitized skin, starting at the underside of my right breast and down my side. I grip the sheets wi...h my fists, trying to stay still and in position. You move down the bed, saying " keep your eyes closed, baby girl." I squeeze my eyes back shut, because OF COURSE you caught me the ONE time I was peeking. You rub my thighs with your palms, and over my legs, and down to my feet. You Velcro my right foot into one of the restraints that we have. “No rubbing,” Emma ordered as the teacher stood up and looked as though he was going to rub his bottom. “What do you say Thornton?” Emma asked sternly. Mr Thornton bit his lip as the tears ran down his face. Clearly the caning had been harder than he had expected it to be. He swallowed hard and said, “Thank you for caning me, Miss Emma.” “Good boy,” Emma said deliberately making the teacher feel like a naughty youngster. The two teachers changed positions and moments later Mr Thornton had his. They swam for a while and made several dives as I watched. When my buddy Roger noticed me in the pool he swam over and we talked a bit while his brother made a couple more dives. On his last dive I noticed he had a pretty good bulge in his trunks. He swam over to us and Roger introduced him to me. His name was Dale and he had just had a birthday a few weeks ago and was now 15, but he looked several years older. We talked a while then finished our swim and headed to the shower room. Roger and I. Nothing was planned for that night and Sam realised that she was the only one not in Jack’s bedroom. Sneaking a look through the concealed window meant to allow the master to observe the stairwell and hall below. The thing was it worked both ways if you knew where to look. Samantha saw her mother, Lisa and Charlie on Jack’s bed. Charlie was being screwed by Jack whilst Sylvia and Lisa were tribbing away happily. Charlie leant over and kissed the older women. It was a surprise for Samantha that.