It was big enough to touch her crotch area.Before anyone would say anything, I took a risk. I tightened my hug and also kissed her on her lips. She di...dn’t resist, in fact, she also tightened her hug and kissed me back harder. My hands started moving all over her body and feeling her figure. She was wearing track pants and a t-shirt. I was in business casuals as I went straight from work. We continued kissing and smooching each other.I started pulling her t-shirt from the top. She didn’t resist.. ‘Crack’, ‘crack’, ‘crack’, ‘crack’, ‘crack’, ‘crack’, the cane whistled through the air criss crossing my bum cheeks and only on the last one did I yell out. “Stand up and rub your bottom,” she demanded.I stood slowly, my erection returning as I knew I’d be on show. ‘Whack’ the strap hit the tip of my cock. “Aargh,” I yelled, taken by surprise.“Bend over.”Another six strokes of the cane and the last one caught me just at the top of my legs. “Shit,” I yelled leaping up rubbing my bum. ‘Whack’. She undid my bra and held out a 42D pink lace bra. She helped me into the bra and hooked the back and put my forms in. It fit perfectly. She asked if I wanted to try on the matching panties and I happily obliged. I was very erect but didn’t care. She slid the panties over my legs and adjusted me into them. I had never wore lingerie in front of anyone and now another girl was adjusting my lingerie and me in the process.We tried on a few outfits and I was getting very excited again. Barbra told. The Bloomington side was emblazoned in purple and gold, their school colors.Brandon, my assistant, had informed me that thirty-eight colleges had told him they were sending recruiters to watch the game. He said they wanted to see firsthand how I handled the pressure of a big game. They also thought that this would be a chance to watch me against superior talent. I disagreed with their assessment, because I thought our guys were as good as if not better than anyone else. I also knew that we were.