I wiped it on my sleeve—I still had all my clothes on—and she laughed at me with a, “He gotcha’!”As I lay on my back under her, wiping my mo...uth, she fell forward, settling her wet bottom on my face, her weight on her knees, one hand on the floor and the other deftly undoing my belt and zipper. She must‘ve gotten skilled at the one-handed diaper change because she had my cock out of my jeans and into her mouth in one fluid motion. And not just politely nibbling and sampling but gobbling, my. I see her every day now and then I'm going to see even more of her on the German trip in October. Maybe that'll be the make or break. The trouble is we've only really got to know each other again in the last few weeks." I don't think there's any doubt in her mind. From what Frances and Selena tell me she's been planning to marry you for the last four years."Mark smiled. "I know but I really think I have to discount that as a schoolgirl crush." I wouldn't be too sure. She can't have not met. My excitement at witnessing my best friend's caning quickly disappeared as I concentrated on my own punishment I was about to receive.As the cane whistled through the air and struck my hand with a loud crack, the pain became unbearable as my palm felt damaged beyond repair. Being caned in class was nothing compared to this. I sobbed my heart out and begged for mercy while stamping my feet.The Head took no notice of my pleading and seemed to swing the cane even harder the more the tears were. She had imagined gently kissing the beautiful bottom, and her sex through the gusset before tracing her tongue along the moist line. Another time she imagined pulling the panties down and parting the red cheeks before tasting the tangy little anus she imagined being hidden. She couldn’t find anything dirty about Pippa. Sophie pulled down her panties and looked at her bottom in the mirror. Her mother had certainly done a thorough job with the tawse yesterday. As she traced her fingers along the.