Romantic."Marigold sighed, "I think it's both. I can't describe how good it feels to be with him, but he's warned me that he's not done punishing me. ...I'm afraid of what comes next."Dawn nodded sagely. Seemingly out of the blue, Marigold said, "Open your blouse for a minute please."Dawn's eyes widened. Jokingly, she said, "That was a quick turnaround."Marigold blushed at the implication and held up her first aid kit, "I just meant that I wanted to get something on those scratches on your chest. "Sarah was a little shocked, too shocked to move. The instructions had almost been spat at her, so quickly and so forcefully had they come. The headmistress stood up slowly. She moved with a quiet grace that was tinged with menace. Sarah quickly shuffled herself into position wondering what kind of school her stepfather had enrolled her in. She knew it was a prestigious finishing school but she had never thought it might be one of those 19th century disciplinarian schools, like something out of. I ran my thumb along the top of her undergarment, feeling her silky skin. I squeezed gently a few times then moved my hand up and slipped my hand inside her bra, savoring the feel of her small, firm breast and rock-hard nipple. I squeezed, and tweaked her nipple between my fingers. Samantha moaned softly and broke the kiss.“Can you kiss me there?” she whispered.I nodded and using both hands, I unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse. I pulled the back of her blouse up and over her head,. If Iwasn't wearing a chastity cage I would have been as hard as he felt.Soon he was thrusting in and drawing most of the way out again. Eachthrust seemed to go deeper and deeper. "AAWW, AAAWWWW, AAAAAWWWW," Istarted to moan. These weren't like the mid-blowjob moans that weremuffled cries in the hope the guy would stop cumming in my mouth. No,these were moans of enjoyment. Uncontrollable moans that I couldn't stop,subdue or hide in anyway. Any on lookers could tell I was enjoying beingfucked and.