She wasn't what I'd call a typical cleaner at all. For a start, she was young, only 19 or 20 I should think, and then she was also quite good looking.... Nothing dramatic, but a trim figure, nice firm looking tits, a pleasant face, and longish blond hair - her hair was a bit straggly but it didn't detract from the overall effect; it was almost as though it was deliberately like that because of the job.She was obviously surprised to find someone in the office. "Oh, sorry!" she blurted, "I didn't. She dropped the blouse off her right arm and tossed it into the corner. Without bending over she pushed the heel of her right shoe off with the toe of her left and kicked the shoe over near the blouse. Then she did the same with her left shoe.Her skirt came next, a swirl of colors that she unbuttoned and unzipped and dropped to the floor. Reaching down and lifting her right foot, she slipped off her white sock, then her left. She stood before the mirror in her bra and panties. A nice, feminine. Mrs Stone knew what was going through the schoolgirl's mind as similar thoughts were going through her own. The caning was getting closer.The schoolgirl who had been caned was standing by Mrs Groves desk as she was writing. Mrs Stone presumed it was a record of the caning. As it turned out, it was but Mrs Groves also gave the girl a form. Mrs Stone knew it was a form to be shown to the girl’s parents and would mean a spanking for her that evening. Mrs Stone suddenly wondered if she would get. .", I plead. I start playing with your belt buckle, trying to open it. "Oh no... Not yet", you whisper as you lift me onto the table.Gently you urge me to lay on top of the table as you unbutton and unzip my jeans and briefly slip a hand inside my panties, teasing my slit with your middle finger, sliding it back and forth in a quick moisture check, but never penetrating inside. Sliding your hands back up to my waist, you hook your thumbs in the belt loops of my jeans to pull them off....