Saba? “Yes, and your use of foul language just earned you some extra swats. Stand up and bring your chair to the middle of the room.”“Yes, Ms. S...aba,” Stacy replied as she carried out my instructions. I walked over, placed the paddle on the chair and made her stand in front of me with her arms at her side.“In this room, naughty girls are stripped to their undies and subjected to contraband searches before discipline. Keep your body still and your mouth shut.” She simply nodded confirming her. ” She got up and playfully pouted as she walked back to my bed and got under the covers, and I returned to work. I was a paragraph away from being done when I heard my bed squeak a bit. I glanced over my shoulder and could see the blankets moving. A slight moan escaped and it became clear to me that she was now in my bed fingering herself. Alright, paper’s done. Don’t care about the rest. As I moved to the bed, there was a brief look of embarrassment that crossed her face. That soon gave way. I managed to get the zipper of her dress half way down her back and I pulled her up and wanting to return the favor, pulled the front of her dress over her breasts and massaged them through her bra finally pulling one out and started licking and sucking on her nipple. Standing in the middle of the room tasting her, smelling her, feeling her react was more than I could have possibly imagined! As I got her other breast out and started sucking on her nipple, she reached for my groin. She started. I glanced at one that may have begun from a drinking-fountain there, but grew more elaborate in the telling, as it were, and surely had more and more varied birds around it than there was ever in one place and moment in Mount Vernon Square - though they may have been somewhere in Mount Vernon Square that day. I always looked for her, I usually stopped if I saw her, and once in a while I commented on her work, though I worried about bothering her. I suppose I was cautious enough, since she.