..” I said in my stern teacher voice, “A naughty girl, such as yourself, needs a firm spanking. You have exactly one minute to get that tiny scrap... of material that you call a shirt off.” She steadied herself and pulled her shirt all the way off. I watched, as she let it drop to the dusty floor. Ashley stood before me, in her short skirt and dainty sandals. “Turn around and slowly pull your panties down,” I told her, my voice husky. Ashley spun around. Her small hands raised her skirt enough. I didnt get a good look at them but one was white he was jack and the other was an indian guy Harish, the sat down on the sofa with me and we had a great night.me and my friend left and on my way home i got a call from an unknown number. it was jack, he started telling me how hot i was, how much he wanted me, how he was rubbing himself thinking of me.now at this point i must tell you that i hadnt had sex in 3months and when he started talkin to me like this I got hotter and hotter untill i. Now i got the picture whats happening to her.worst was yet to come when she started sleeping with me.on asking why,she said”i am afraid to sleep alone in my room”.her sweet voice prevented for me to shout at her.i started doubting her motives and i couldnt prvent myself feeling guilty at such thoughts,they were confirmed however when few days later i found her hugging me she thought i was asleep,i was in real dilemma i dont want to hurt her by shouting at her,and another fear was that now that. Oh no, Ryan drove her mad in other ways, and on purpose. It was sometimes just the way he looked at her, his eyes looking as if he was staring right into her soul; like he was reading her very thoughts. Sometimes, she admitted to herself, she was rather glad he wasn’t reading her thoughts in those moments, for his eyes melted into her heart, causing her to momentarily lose her train of thought. Luckily, she had taught long enough that she always recovered, and he would not have noticed the.