"Ms. Peters, I'm afraid I can't let you back into class until you provideme with the proper documentation." He looked at me as though he'd won somekin... of victory. I granted him as much and smiled at him in return. Still,I was tired of this and was glad that I could make my exit without anyfurther ado."Very well, Mr. Qwerty. I shall do my best to provide you with therequested letter from my doctor as soon as possible," I said whilestanding. I grabbed the documents I'd given him earlier out of. Slowly letting me get used to him. He repeated the long strokes at least a dozen times more. My ass actually did get used to it a bit. And my screams slowly turned into painful moans, then into heavy breathing. As soon as I did that he savagely started to fuck my young ass. And oddly enough the harder he did that, the more I started to enjoy it. Soon his body tightened. He let out an almighty roar and unloaded his nut over my back. Meanly laughing at me as he walked away. I had been viciously. “Very slowly. Very, very slowly.” Houlihan’s sizeable penis was starting to rise. “How about if I spank you every time you flinch or squirm?” “Every time?” Breathed Monica. “Promise?” Houlihan slid out the bottom drawer and took out a smaller version of the paddle he’d been nailed with by the frat guys and laid it on the desk. It was Georgetown blue, and it was just the right thickness, just the right heft. He didn’t necessarily want to hurt her. No, it was about satisfaction for him, spanking. Hooper wasn't in his office, so I went to a nearby saloon to talk to the bartender. I wanted to get some background on Anson Hooper while I had the chance and before I met him.At first, the bartender was unexpectedly closed mouth about Mr. Hooper, but he loosened up and gave me what little he knew. Hooper was a recent arrival in town, and nobody knew where he came from. He did talk funny, so they figured that he was a damyankee, though they weren't hated as much as they had been a few years ago.