And her eyes, with her lips sensuously half-open, looked questioningly at me.I bend over to kiss her pert tiny breasts for the first time. Isabelle qu...ckly cradled my head. In the minutes that followed, she guided my lips and tongue over her quivering body, from her throat and shoulders down to the boundary of her panties. After our intermittent, now telling-all kissing, Isabelle pressed my lips time and time again on her sweet tiny breasts and rampantly pointy nipples. It caused her body to. I went to a boarding school where spankings, the hairbrush and to a lesser extent the cane were common.Teachers would give conduct points, if you got three or more ‘bad’ conduct points in a week it meant you were spanked by the headmaster. It didn’t matter how many ‘good’ conduct points you got you were still spanked, although it did seem to mitigate how hard, with what and if it was on the bare bottom. Usually the pupil with the most bad conduct points was first. we were made to watch not. It was a tone that any commander would give a testicle to be able to pull off. Pure authority. The Prime Minister spoke that way. The King. The Yank’s President … well, a few of them. And here he was, this old goat herder in a dusty tent in the middle of Hell’s loo, and he had it. In spades. What he said caused a hush. Then a rustle of cloth, and I was being held to the floor, turned over onto my belly by hard hands. Panting in the dust, I moaned when my head was yanked back by my forehead. My. And she wore a white cotton thong, my favorite. He picked her up at his house and kissed her hand at the front door. They drove to dinner. Not much happened at dinner other than that he was very charming. There were lots of sexual innuendos and flirting. Whenever he got the chance he would touch her arm or rest his knee up against hers under the table. She thrives on sexual tension; the prick was playing my girlfriend just right. Later when I grilled her on it, she admitted to me that she was.