"Yes, I was sent here many times and spanked for my dumb practical jokes." Well, now that I am the principal, how about if I spank you for ruining my ...dress, and for all of the other practical jokes you pulled on me." But I haven't been spanked since high school. Besides, spanking students is no longer allowed." I said."You are no longer a student, and you wondered how you could it up to me for all the practical jokes you pulled on me. Especially the time the red paint ruined my dress. So. Sam turned and looked at me and then he smiled. His eyes twinkled. I think he liked looking at me in my skimpy clothes more than he liked looking at naked-Tara. Now where is the logic in that?“Dan’s a pervert!” I said.I was pouting a bit as I rubbed my backside. It wasn’t stinging anymore but I kept rubbing it anyway. My other arm was wrapped over my exposed stomach – hiding it from view.Tara looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Did he force you to do unspeakable sexual acts?”“No!”“Did he. The time was drawing close for me to conclude the experiment in AD833 and it was beginning to look like the guardians of the gates to paradise had played a cosmic trick on me in giving the semblance of hope.I was scheduled to visit a place on my manor that was reputed to be the site of a major miracle and drew pilgrims from all over the Continent to view and touch the blessed stones that the "Virgin of the Spring" had stepped on with her sainted feet. It was a good political move because the. She looked up at him, eyes sparkling, dogged and determined. He felt a crawl of weird excitement. It HAD to be the suit."I'll just turn this off and remove it," he said. He had had the heat on the suit turned all the way up against the cold of the day. He touched the proper controls and the microwave heaters died at once."Ohhhh, that's better!" cried Marsha, with a huge sigh. "Oh, my goodness, what have I done?"She suddenly came out of her daze, stopped masturbating and pulled the covers back.