He picked up his pants and the bag he was carrying with him and walked out of the classroom. He led us up the stairs to the fourth floor, where the li...rary was. We were made to sit on the library floor while sir set up the TV and the VCR player.He pulled a tape out of his bag and played it. It opened with a woman getting out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her and answering the door. With the benefit of hindsight, I now know that it was porn. But we had no clue what that movie was about. Miss Dawson agreed as both girls needed to be punished, so she nodded and focussed again on Wendy’s bottom.The strokes continued and the girls' cries got louder. The first switch broke after twenty-five strokes, so the house mistresses put them down and picked up two more, and continued the thrashing.The strokes had started about halfway down the girls' bottoms and worked their way downwards, and after thirty strokes they got to the girls' sit spots. The strokes kept going lower and as they. "Maybe a little. But he is my best friend and he is in love with his mother and I know you are not going to run away with him, so what's to be jealous about." You have a point, but how would we set that up?" she asked. She could see that John looked encouraged that she was actually considering it.John smiled and said, "What if I invited him over one evening and for some reason I get tied up and couldn't get home right away. You can work your magic on him and I come home and catch you." My, but. What’s the matter?”“Oh, Uncle Charles, I’m so unhappy, Jing-fei is putting me in such a difficult situation.”It appeared that Jing-fei had found a boyfriend. Your problem, you said, was that Jing-fei often stayed at the boyfriend’s apartment, and when your mother called, you had to lie to cover her absence. We both knew that your mother’s typically Asian tolerance for matters sexual stopped, as it were, at the water’s edge, namely at any thought that her daughters would be other than virgins.