This my first story so please apologies my mistakes… So coming to the story….The story happens when I was studying in +1 in a reputed school in ou... area, the school was about 3km away from my home. So I use my father’s motor cycle to reach the bus stop which is almost 1 km away. This practice was happening from the banging of +1 and continued for 3-4 months. One day in the morning when I try to start the bike it was not getting started and was late to school so I decided to walk to the bus. ‘No, really, where’s your car?’ She tries to tug her hand away and he holds it fast. ‘You’re lost. Really? Okay, so you’re not too bright, huh?’ ‘Shut up.’ He grins and rubs her hand. ‘That’s the spirit. Okay, what does it look like and where was your vehicle last seen, ma’am?’ ‘Tara.’ ‘Your car’s name is Tara?’ ‘MY name is Tara.’ ‘Oh…oh. YOUR name is Tara. My car’s name is Faith.’ ‘And your name?’ ‘Oh, MY name. My name is Aaron.’ He lifts her fingertips to his lips and kisses her hand,. Again I am not sure how my tongue in her pussy was going to help a sprained ankle but she assured me that it was doctor’s orders.If it sounds like we were living the dream it’s because we were. I know that things were supposed to slow down in the bedroom after a year. I know that we were supposed to start seeing the flaws that each other had. I know that we weren’t supposed to be as happy as we were. In fact there were a few times when my old doubts from way back would surface. When was the. Most had also had to bend over a chair, grabbing the seat, and present their bare bottom for what was always a minimum of six strokes, and had been as much as thirty-six strokes. Governess Carson looked around the room searching for any granny who was not looking directly at her. In her mind that was an offence that deserved at least having the granny's legs smacked, but then, depending upon how quickly they became obedient, that could easily become a long and hard spanking, or even the cane.It.