My nipples stood at attention. My breasts were quiet larger then hers. I hugged her tightly as our breasts brushed together; I heard a low moan coming...from her mouth. I kissed her neck and slowly made my way down to her breasts. I rotated my tongue around her nipples. Her soft moans kept my pussy sopping wet. While I was caressing and licking her breasts I took my free hand and begun removing her silky shorts. Exposing a black, what looked like pleather G-string? She took my arm and showed me. “Twelve” said Mrs Whittingham, “that’s your punishment complete young lady. You may stand but DO NOT touch that bottom, understand”.“Yes Mother” replied Carol. She stood up, knickers still around her ankles. Once again Mrs Whittingham presented the strap in front of her face. Carol again kissed the strap.“Thank you for administering my punishment it was well deserved” said Carol.Her Mother pointed to the corner and told her to stand facing the wall leaving the knickers around her ankles. For. Her flat stomach was now a round bulge spilling over her pants and keeping her occupied with constant battles trying to zip and button her so-tight jeans. Swimming was now out of the question as she spilled out of her bikini in every way possible.And it wasn't just her laziness, she was drinking at least a 2liter bottle of soda a day and a half gallon of ice cream every week, plus usually McDonald's for lunch a few times a week. As she stayed away from the scale her friends said it wouldn't. Me: He asked me into his office!!! Mark: Who asked you? Me: Keith! Who do you think? (Because, of course, I expected Mark to know what I was talking about. lol) Mark: Then what are you doing messaging me? He’s right, of course. I just need to go. Just outside of Keith’s office I took a deep breath to still my nerves. I knocked on the door frame since his office door was already open. “Hello, Monica. Please, come in, and close the door behind you.” I did as he commanded and took a seat in a.