Ahhh aaa…pr bola randi chup kar or muje jaor se chodta raha lekin fir dard kam huya muje b acha lagne lga fir usne apna pani bich he chod diya or me...re upper he let geya mai uthi or uska lund chusne lgi lund fir se khada ho geya to raja bola k meri randi chal ab ghodi ban mai samj gyi thi k ab j meri gand marega mai na krne lgi par thodi der badh maan gyi or ban gyi osne mera hole ko lick kiya or apna thuk lgaya or lund thoda sa dala mai dard k mare cheek pdi k aaaaaa.Nikalo bahr meri ankho se. My 3rd grade classroom was next door to hers. There were pretty frequent visitors to the hall with Mrs Fields and it sounded like she meant business. I distinctly remember hearing the sound of the offending students butt being “zinged” by her. It was always followed by screams or a sobbing cry, and some VERY stern talk from her. She ran a very tight ship and she didn’t take any sass from her students. She was there to teach you and make you learn manners. My 3rd grade teacher, Miss Jakes, had. I knew He could feel the already racing pulse in my throat increase exponentially under his palm. He let go of my throat seconds before I would’ve lost consciousness had He not.?Yeah, you wish.? He whispered. ?I want you conscious for this.? His eyes slowly traced the line of my body, still tied to the stool, as I gasped for air, coughing and trying to regain control of my racing thoughts. ?Now, that I have your undivided attention?I’ll ask you again.? He said. ?Are you frightened??Yes.. She begged him to stop but her voice was lost as his hand...then the switch ...fell onto her now stinging flesh. Now warmed up, John told her to stand. She knew what to expect next. This was by no means the first time and won't be the last. She went over his desk as instructed. Gripping the far edge, legs slightly apart. John warned her not to move otherwise he would have to start again. 10 strokes of the cane. He practiced a few times before tapping her buttocks. She lay across a cushion which.