Or that’s where I thought I met Lisa. She came up to me as if we were old friends, called me by name, and leaned in for a kiss. She must have read t...e blend of shock and confusion on my face. “You don’t remember me?” she asked with disbelief. I did not. Which was remarkable for more than one reason. First, she was beautiful. Long dark hair, the fine features of a model, pale blue eyes, tall, fit. Second, I rarely forgot even the most passing of female acquaintances. Hell, to this day I. At long last she had experienced the fear and trepidation of attending the Headmistress’s Study which has been a long held fantasy of hers. Being an adult added to the exhilaration of at last receiving the cane. She had avoided such serious discipline when at school herself. Now she had experienced the cane. Not just the ‘6-of-the-best’ several of her friends had received at school. No, being an adult it was 24 strokes for her. Once home she went straight to her bedroom and unzipped her dress,. In our panic state, I think we actually believed that if we could just get our clothes back on in the 2 or 3 seconds before the unknown person appeared, we could play it off like nothing happened. The fact that Janelle was screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me!" really loud about a minute ago didn't really click. And even if we had been absolutely quiet, I was still a guy in the girl's bathroom and she had cum dribbling down her leg. But none of that mattered you see, panic states are funny like that.. She spoke again and he nodded agreement and they kissed again briefly before she walked to the car. She looked so content, so confident but also so messy, I could see streaks of wet semen shining on her thighs, her chest above the dress, on her chin and cheeks and in her hair, the beautiful, expensive designer dress was crumpled and streaked with damp patches. To say that I was apprehensive was an understatement. Chris climbed in, leaned over and gave my cheek a peck then she buckled herself.