She hardly ever said a word the whole time as she quickly, painfully and almost effortlessly administered our sentences. We then left her office, clos...ng the door quietly behind us, before rushing to the bathroom to try and soothe our burning bottoms and wiping the tears that would, by this point, be streaming down our cheeks.As it turned out, it would be Miss Benson that I should have thanked for arranging my detention with Miss Manson. I had deliberately left my PE kit at home that Tuesday. I never stood a chance as she was 15 stones compared to my 8 stones. As our marriage wore on these sessions turned more into punishments rather than the fun foreplay it started as. My wife would pick on minor excuses, such as overcooked toast or weak tea to push me down and sit on me until I apologised profusely for getting things wrong. She would also only agree to let me up after she had moved up onto my face and made me perform long sessions of oral worship and this became the only foreplay. “Mmmmmooooooooooohh, Yeah…. I like when you twist your pussy like that!”With a wicked giggle, she said “Okay…. hold on Dev.” As she squirmed on his crotch for a moment, and pressed the hairless lips of her young pussy onto the base of his t(ee)nage cock, grinding her clit against it in a slow revolving motion. “Mmmmmmoooooohhhaaaaa…. God, Yes…. you feel so good in me Dev….!” she cried.Yeah, fuck me like that…. Wow!” Devan grunted. But after a few minutes Misty needed more, and moaned as she. ‘Well Miss, maybe if you could have just apologized and asked for help then maybe these workers would have been more than glad to help. Unlike you city folk, just because were provincianos, doesn’t mean that we don’t abide by simple courtesies.’ He smiled at her in that fake way that people do, trying to hide how amused he was by her reaction from him. While he spoke, she deliberately moved her face away from him, her eyes once again lingering to his exposed upper body. Her voice trembled as.