"It might be the dog," she thought to herself. She shivered as she remembered what it had done to her in her nightmare. She turned away from the windo..., afraid of having her fear confirmed. With a sorrowful sigh, she climbed out of the bed. She didn't bother to put any clothes on. The air was a little brisk but she just couldn't be bothered. She left the bedroom and visited the nearby bathroom. Part of her mind was still muddled between the nightmare and reality. She remembered finding nasty. Except for her natural prettiness, she had a butch air. Perhaps seeing Natasha sometimes with Nick or more often with exquisite beauties like Betty and especially Naomi made competition for affection essentially impossible. Perhaps she hadn't even realized the possibility of sharing her bed with the unique looking Goth. All that changed during the lengthy stare."Two things," Naomi told me later that evening, looking quite sated. "Jessica has a mate she's been with for years, Chinese like her. ?The Headmistress walked around behind Violet, her high heeled shoes making soft clicks on the wooden floor. Violet felt the bamboo cane caress her buttocks for a few seconds, before it drew back, whooshed through the air and impacted her ass with an echoing smack.?Ah!? Violet shouted out in pain. She instinctively tried to massage the struck area. Before her hand could begin rubbing, however, the cane batted her hand away.?No moving from your position, Ms. Jensen,? chided the Headmistress.. I knew what she meant about a sexy little bottom in tight panties, it described hers perfectly. The tee shirt, my tee shirt was white and the little panties were black, she looked delicious and she squealed with pleasure as I stood behind her and cupped her breasts."Hi," I said and inhaled her perfume, "Come back to bed."She spun round and we kissed hungrily, I slid my hands down onto her bottom and inside her panties as she opened my robe."Shit David," she breathed into my mouth, "You're.