I don't want to get spanked on my first day because you dawdled and made us late for the bath.”“Me?” I gasped in indignation. “Why do you assu...e it would be me?”Tabitha darted ahead to the open door. “Because I'm already on the way.”I darted after her, my feet slapping on the bare stone, and caught her in the hallway, taking her hand. The other girls of our floor poured out of their room, a collection of girls ranging from eighteen, the newest students like Tabitha and me, to twenty, the senior. I continue to lie still with your hands holding me in place. ‘Have you been here long?’ I murmur softly, staring up at you in awe. ‘No, were you sl**ping good little one?’ You reply, still staring at me and I begin to squirm slightly, worried that you see something you don’t like. I nod and whimper quietly when you slap the side of my hip, making it sting lightly. ‘I don’t believe I heard you.’ The stern tone of your voice is more of a comfort than a surprise and I nod again, murmuring meekly.. When we first made love i thought i would not want you 2 fuck me. i could hardly get you in my mouth & i could not even imagine being impaled by that b**st. how wrong i was ! you are an expert lover & you always make me cum... without ever touching my cock. we have been lovers 4 almost half of my life. now i can deep throat your impressive erection & i cannot wait 2 have you fully impale my willing ass with your hot hard sexy penis. i love feeling your throbbing ebony manhood delving deep. She found herself recording her reactions instead of paying attention in her classes. Writing things that she never wanted another soul to know about her inner emotions. Knowing she was going to hand it to Jane when she saw her. Fearing that a teacher would take her notes and read them aloud to a class.No teacher would have, not after reading a bit of it. Instead they would have sent her straight to a counselor and called her parents in concern.Her friends bus arrived, one of her friends hugged.