Nice!”She gave me a soft kiss then got up.“Thanks for letting me off the hook so easily,” I said.“When you put it in terms of trust and faith,...it kind of hit home. I wouldn’t want Chris to do to me what I was going to do to him.”“That’s perhaps the best way to think about it. If you wouldn’t like it done to you, don’t do it to someone else.”I stood up and we hugged tightly.“You’re a good man, Steve. One of these girls is going to be very, very lucky someday.”“Chris is lucky too, Cindi.”She left. “It didn’t. Anyway, standing in front of your desk was a real turn on as you scolded me and checked the punishment book for the last time I saw you and there was never much of a gap.” “You did get sent to me rather a lot,” the Headmistress said whimsically, thinking, remembering. Nikki laughed. “Yes, in fact 32 times in the final two years.” “That much? Really?” Sally Denver was honestly surprised. “Yes. You put me over your lap and spanked me on the bare bottom all 32 times. You caned me 28. I leaned in and kissed the bruise gently, hearing the kid whimper at the touch of my lips. I grinned at his distress. I remained fully dressed in my Armani, but I loosened my tie and undid the top couple of shirt buttons as I walked around the hanging boy, admiring his young body, lean and tan, nicely muscled with regular exercise. Stopping at a work table by the back wall, I pulled on a pair of black leather driving gloves. I clipped and lit a cigar, a fat Jeroboam, sucking in the flavorful. "Oh, my! You're such a naughty boy. Look how big you've let your peepee get. Do you think it will shrink if I tickle it with my tongue?"She leaned over me, her hair swung forward and touched my belly at the same moment as her warm breath. Then her lips touched me below my belly button, giving a sucking little kiss. Her hand continued to finger me, pulling the foreskin gently back and forth as her mouth moved down my belly toward it. Then her tongue was licking it's base and, in one smooth.