He looks so handsome standing there in his blue jeans, white button down shirt and black leather jacket. Quickly I get into position to greet him, My ...ss high in the air arms out stretched and head to the floor. Master slowly walks over to me, circling me he lifts up my dress and inspects me. "Very good slave glad to see you are prepared. About time you were obedient." Master said, giving me a hard swat on the ass with his hand."I have had a rather distressing report about your behavior slave. I saw the opportunity and feel sorry for her and cursed myself that she had to remain at her house on which she said it’s ok with her. She started teaching me but my mind was lost somewhere else. After sometime I told her that I am not able to concentrate on Questions.She showed some anger on this , but then enquired me where your mind is. I tried to avoid answering but than she was not listening and she said you have to answer otherwise I will not teach you today.As I told you earlier she was. Then, one day, after Mom had made me dress, I looked at myself in the mirror and started turning, left and right, and watching my dress swirl about me. That was neat. I liked it, the way it felt as the fabric wrapped billowed out while I was turning and the way it wrapped itself about me at the end of every turn. Then I caught myself and stopped.One afternoon, about a week after that, as I was coming home from school, I found myself wondering what Mom would have for me to wear that day. . A little harder, I thought. Swish, swish, swish, swish, four strokes in quick succession criss crossing her bum and she shouted, “Shit, that hurt.” “One more, for swearing, I think.” I pushed her down, flattening her breasts against the desk. Swish, a stinger across the top of her bum. She leapt up rubbing her bum and Jim’s eyes were locked onto her swinging breasts. His erection had not gone away. “Now it is his turn,” I reminded him, flicking the end of his cock with the cane. Janine.