“Well,” she said, smiling again “You had better come to the back of the shop and I’ll see if I can measure you up.” And she picked up her pa... and her cup of tea and walked back through to the rear of the shop. I followed her, admiring her fine arse as she strode with swaying hips into the rear parlour. She sat herself down on a comfortable chair and beckoned me over to her. I stood in front of her and she leaned forward and without a word started to unbuckle my trouser belt. I was stunned,. Jack told himself that as much as he had found dealing with the spanking getting difficult, the spanking with the hairbrush was many times worse, and quickly found he no longer had a clear view of Hannah‘s bare upside-down legs because his eyes had filled with tears. He found it strange but now realised that he had never during his fantasy spankings by Hannah or any of the other women he fantasied about, cried and had always reckoned himself to be too manly to actually cry, and just thought. ’ ‘I’ll think about it ma’am, but I really do need to get back to work now.’ Ken put the card into his shirt pocket, the pockets on his pants were too much trouble to get past his bulging waist to get into, and promptly forgot about it. Mrs. F sure did look better that she had in school, she must have lost 50 lbs or more. Though history had not been one of his better subjects, Mrs. Friedman had been one of his favorite teachers. She was not that much older than the students and had always been. He struck a low note which reverberated throughout the room and he held it there until he slid his finger up the fretless fingerboard. I could hear the lovely tone of the initial note and all the other tones in between before it rested a whole octave above where it started. He held his finger on the fingerboard in a vibrato movement, occasionally plucking the string to give it more life.The note hummed loudly, the air vibrated to a wondrous sound and I kid you not, my clit jumped and wriggled.