It didn’t take long for Miss Johnson to stop thinking about later on because the pain was starting to overtake all of her other thoughts. She had to...admit that, whilst it really did hurt, the feeling of submission and humiliation was still turning her on. It wasn’t the flutters flying around her vagina but the thought of being spanked by a teenager and so a girl so much younger than herself. Not just that, she realised, but as she had feelings of attraction towards Emma she was also looking on. And once she moaned loud enough to earn a cold, hard stare from Mrs. Winter herself, who pointedly asked Emily if she was having some sort of problem, and told her to kindly remove her headphones, or else they’d be confiscated until the end of the school day.Terrified, Emily quickly took off her headphones. She hated it – somehow, it felt wrong to her – but she knew that she couldn’t afford to lose them for a whole day ... or, even worse, never get them back. As she tucked them away securely in. And sad, I am to meet you." She said, before approaching me. I wanted to reply but found myself unable to speak. "You're a lost soul, just like me. Just like all of us. You're welcome here, in our sanctuary. They cannot harm you, here." Styne, right?" I asked, taking one step back. "Listen, I'm confused. The last thing I was doing was sitting there working on the computer. Now I'm here. At least explain to me where here is, and what I did to get here."She gave a soft smile, before taking. And that mostly from worry about giving his real self away. A few guys came up and reminded him it was softball night. He grinned. Let Mike sit at home alone with the kids, while he played. It was too perfect. God, could he hit the ball! It went crashing off his bat! It was fun to relax and play sports -- something she had never been any good at in her own body. Also, he could have a few beers without feeling unladylike. When Laura got home, a disheveled Mike screamed at her. "Where have you.