When I stepped under the blast of the shower, I was grateful for the flash of pain in my shoulder. Master had beaten my back so I would have a memento...while he was away. Master had used the strap and cat on me. The sound of his grunts, my moans and the slaps against my skin were all that had filled the room last night. When he was finished, he ran his hands over my punished back and moaned deep in his throat, pleased with his work. That guttural groan is one of the things I live for. I. Wendy stood in silence as she continued to run my hands up and down her blouse, repeating this another four times.“Well, if you’re a good boy then perhaps Miss will allow you to touch her blouse and maybe do other things to it too. Would you like that, Peter?” She whispered in my right ear, letting my hands go as she did so.I had no idea what to do and simply stood there, gasping.“Very well then. Take all of your clothes off – shoes and socks too – and place them on that desk in the corner of. They let themselves in, and walked into the living room. I left the bathroom door open on purpose. From the couch they had a great view of me in the tub. They stood and stared into the bathroom, he shouted to me that he was here. I told him to grab a seat on the couch, that I would be right out. I told him a I put soft drinks and chips for them, to help themselves. I have a full length mirror in the bathroom, and I could see the boys in the mirror looking at me. The way the mirror was. "Mrs. Herrera gestured for him to go back into the hallway and she followed him."And I will miss you," she said. "Will you continue to study at Stanford?" I'm sure I will," Andy said. "And with Esperanza. I won't let what I've learned go to waste."The teacher's smile widened. She looked down the hallway in each direction and then gave Andy a hug and a kiss on the cheek."It is never good for a teacher to admit that she has favorites," she said. "But you are one of mine. The other students in.