" So our friends have told us. We are not sure what that means. Although Rusty and I have been aware of this ability for sometime, but we are still le...rning the ins and outs of using it. The attack on me today was scary, but with Rusty and Erica's help the damage was fixed." Attack?" Yes, a telepathic attack. It was an experience, I prefer not to repeat. The person who did it, was looking for information and inexperienced in accessing another telepathically. When she didn't find the information. The headmaster's paddle struck again and again, assuming a slow and steady beat, with the resounding slap of bonsai wood against bare, furless flesh echoing throughout the calm midday air.Wholly entranced, Calypso found herself counting the swats as they came down. The headmaster wielded the riding paddle like an artist with his brush and his daughter's soft ass his canvas. He tirelessly alternated left, right, and across the middle, letting the board rest for a brief moment on the point of. I told them it was time to go. My buddy Doug was the driver and was mostly sober. He drove us home.The next day, I felt like shit. I spoke with Maria, and I was paranoid that she would detect something in my voice-namely guilt. She didn't seem to act unusual, however. I thought that this might pass without my having to admit what I did. I prayed that it would. I promised God I would never do it again.I spoke with Maria again the next day, and I confirmed that I had made plans for dinner on. When her bra popped off and fell down her chest, her long black hair covered her exposed tits, my heart felt like it was going to explode. She pulled back her hair and I got a full view of my sisters breasts not 2 feet from my face, she slowly stood up and pulled down her pajama bottoms revealing her tiny pink panties. She spins around and pulls them down off her butt and down her legs, slowly turning back around and kneeling down again and peering through the hole I was looking into, instead.