... six each with the slipper and as you're already here Matron, you can remove their knickers..... No, you can stay to witness the punishment Liz. No... I don't care who is first... but one of you bend over the desk NOW!' Five minutes later, when the sound of wailing teenaged girls had died down a little and three deeply reddened teenaged bottoms had vanished under clothing and three tearful girls had walked stiff leggedly from the room, I turned to the prefect and quietly reminded her. She continued to kiss and suck on my neck throughout my orgasm. Eventually, it subsided and I fell to the ground weak. I sat there, panting as the hot water sprayed on my back. "You're not done yet," she said. I looked up at her and saw her smiling. She grabbed my hair as she lifted her leg, then pulled my face to her pussy. "Lick it, bitch." I gladly complied. I licked open her slit and flicked her clit. She moaned as my tongue drew circles on her clit. It made me happy knowing I was making. I ached to hold her, to talk to her, and I went to bed every night frustrated beyond imagining.Toward the end of the week I started getting letters from my mom. They were typical Mom Advice letters, admonishing me to make sure I did my laundry every week, eat right, don't stay out too late, study hard, and wash my hands after going to the bathroom. God forbid I should get hit by a truck and not be wearing clean underwear when they got me to the hospital!I got a bit of a surprise when I opened. ”I looked at him and said, “Believe me, I did need to wash them. Your clothes smelled like a screwdriver and cheap whiskey.”“How the hell did my clothes end up smelling like a screwdriver? I don’t remember drinking anything but whiskey.”As I recalled what I did to him I started laughing and said, “Your clothes smelled like that because you spilled the rest of your drink in my lap and I dumped my screwdriver over your head.”“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I just remember going out with some of my.