I cannot. Please punish me for my failure." That makes fourteen." Without warning, Madam gave Lily's cheek a gentle caress, and her tone shifted from ...that of a demanding dominatrix to the soft voice of a teacher chiding an ill behaved child. "How will you learn from your errors if you can't even remember them? You must keep track of all of your demerits. Do you understand?" Yes, Madam." Lily felt utterly humiliated to be spoken to in such a way – even more so because the tone brought still more. "Like that do you, my little fag-slut" the Man spat. He began to pinch and twist the pert brown nipples of the quivering boy, who threw his head back against the tiles and cried out in pain. For a few moments the Man left the field of vision, and the boy was left fully exposed to view, his cock dripping precum, and his chest heaving with ragged breaths. A moment later the Man reappeared with two clothes pegs. Pinching the boy's right nipple he clipped one onto the tip, eliciting another cry,. Marsha's finger had squirmed beneath her panty and had found a home in her hot, pink pussy. The warm glow, along with the sun, gave her entire being a sense of contentment she hadn't known for a long time. She was glad to be going home. An unnamed feeling had been gnawing at her for days, ever since her mother had called about the anniversary reunion. And her secret fantasy had been more frequent and more vivid. Just last night she had to call it up from her subconscious mind, to feed the. " This was probably a good thing.She was very aware that every time he touched her, something interrupted them. It seemed a very large clue that it was wrong--very, very wrong--to allow this to proceed any further. So why did it feel so right? She let the handset fall back into the desk drawer. "I have to go." She forced herself to say.He did not move away. He was not holding her; he was just standing tantalizingly close. She searched for a moment to find her grade book. It was in its proper.