One day at work id heard it was Jane`s birthday (Jane`s my sex mad boss) and id wondered what to get her but i didn`t have a clue,me and Jane had a sn...eaky shag once a month or so,or when her fella just didn`t cut the mustard and it was that night id text her to see when our next `meet` would happen.Jane and i agreed to a little session at the empty flat of mine next door to Dedryks later that week,i went into town and bought Jane a brand new rabbit vibrator and was going to wrap it up and give. "I rolled my eyes.I knew Heather liked me, perhaps even loved me, but her affections went unrewarded. I had no interest in her, or in any woman. I reserved such thoughts for boys, young men who were handsome and strong. That I didn't actually know of any personally hardly mattered. I would soon enough and I was trying to be patient. So many of the other girls here, and in the other schools I'd attended, had given up on patience and agreed to Sapphic expression of their adolescent yearnings.Such. “Do you play with yourself?” he asked. Again, Simone decided to play along. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Show me,” ordered Quentin, “take your knickers off and show me, you naughty little minx.” Flushing with humiliation, Simone hesitated. “I hope you’re not thinking of refusing, Simone ... because I am the one who decides how severe a caning should be.” Simone lowered her knickers without delay. “Come and sit on my knee, girl...and play with yourself. Come along.” Quentin patted his thigh. “You’re such a skank Miss” called out one of the girls, quickly being hustled out of the way by a group of 14 year old boys. “I’m so going to tell my Dad about this”.Miss Driscoll glanced over at her, recognising the girl immediately.“You can tell him I said thank you for the lingerie as well”, she replied with an innocent smile, remembering opening his gift in the staff room the previous month - a tiny silk chemise that came with a handwritten note saying simply ‘for next time’.The girl’s face.