‘Alternatively, I recommend that when you leave this office, you return home and put this note in the bin. I will then consider the matter closed. I... hope that is clear, Mrs Lonsdale?’And I knew that I had been dismissed. I paused.‘Yes, Mrs Dickinson.’I returned to the outer office to discover it was empty. Frowning, I looked at the words Mrs Dickinson had scribbled: I would like to introduce Mrs Lonsdale, the new school Governor.As part of her induction, Mrs Lonsdale, who is a psychologist,. Koontz threw regular events like these for well-connected guys in the organisations. A gesture to keep everything smooth as he described it. It had been easy enough for Carlito to slip Bachman on the guest list as the new guy in town.Bachman had been incredulous that it had been that simple, but now, walking around a pleasure palace with what appeared to be zero security, the surprise had worn off. Koontz must have rotted his brain with too much coke. Maybe he really believed that everybody get. My brother had layed back on a pillow and his towel showed every inch of what was underneath it. And, it was slowly growing larger. Finally, I got up and went to the living room where I grabbed a smoke and got a drink from the kitchen before going back to my room. My brother had moved to the head of the bed, removed his towel, and spread his legs far apart while grasping his huge cock with one hand. "Well, are you gonna be long", I asked? He replied that it was all depending on how long it. They clung onto the seats of the chairs as they savoured the pain. It was then that it really struck home. Yes, they were savouring the pain. The intensity was greater because they had been made to cum beforehand. Sure, they enjoyed the erotica of being aroused during the spanking but this was better, a hard caning followed by the all-encompassing stinging of their well caned bottoms. Proven by the sudden reappearance of their erections. “Get up,” Miss Joiner ordered. She looked on, slightly.