It is like flowing in warm molasses…darting here and there…everywhere at the same instant. And, as that magnificent tongue continues to massage yo...r super sensitive clit, you are in sexual spasm for what seems like an eternity. You are gasping for air but will gladly stay in this orgasm for the rest of your life. How can anything be so wonderful? Oh, let it never stop! Down, down you slide as little explosions propel you to the land of physical pleasure. Everything is soft and warm and fluid.. Well, not yet, I am telling you the story of how I became the… I digress. Let me start from the beginning… I was on a plane for a school trip in the United States of America (Yes, I am not American… Shouldn’t it be United Statesian? Nah, that sounds stupid). Just your average sixteen year old teenager, who, like everyone else, was, and probably still is, an absolute fucking idiot.] I looked out the window, at the dark abyss of night, and sighed. ‘I wish there was something to look at, ‘COZ I. I’ve even been caned on my bare bottom in the HM’s study. I’ve also had the strap on my bottom and thighs and been slippered so many times I’ve lost count, but even at this distance in time I break into a sweat thinking about that caning and when I’ve finished writing this I’ll probably have to give myself some sort of relief because I’m starting to get wet already. Usually, in classroom, corridor or HM study beatings, six strokes were given in about 15 seconds. Although the stick landed with. When I was finished I went in the bedroom and proceeded to get dressed then woke Samantha up to get her shower. While she was in the shower I woke up Sue for school. I then packed Sue's lunch and dressed her for school. I put on Nick Tunes and let Sue eat a pop tart while watching Rugrats. I then ran up to Eric's room and got him ready to go to my mom's for the A.M.. When Samantha got out of the shower I ran Eric to my mom's house and started the car. Samantha then brought Sue out and we drove.