But, ‘It has nothing to do with understanding bored high school seniors, Robert. Your mother said that it was okay for you to have a little coffee n...ow and then, but to let you keep thinking you were sneaking it — that it would taste better for you that way.’ Robert harrumphed. His mother taught senior English and the administrative staff at the school always knew all about his life-events — like his first kiss two years ago, which Mrs Stotter had thought was just darling. ‘Just darling’! No man. I have always been a very, very convincing crier. And it has gotten me out of more trouble than I can tell you. You know the argument about nature versus nurture? My crying is all nature: I was born with it. My dad didn’t see any of this coming and he didn’t react quickly enough to block me from reaching his lap, and so there I landed. Crying and crying and crying, cry-talking my way through a cooked-up explanation about a fight with Bennett (that didn’t happen), and about being around his. He quickly spread his legs wider and used the hand that was not bracing himself on the bench to reach out and grab Ray's torso, feeling up the strong body that was bearing down on him. The sight of this man on top of him, the pleasure that came from feeling a cock deep inside of his body, and the expert stroking of his own cock became to much for Scott. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body spasmed uncontrollably and he finally came. Ray's hand was so good he was able to make. Sir uses not only his hand on her bottom, but also his slipper, her hairbrush, his belt and the most dreaded implement of all, a fearsome strap which Sir keeps in a cabinet in his study to be retrieved and used, when a serious lesson requires to be learnt.Sir calls this implement a strop, and he seems quite fond of it, whether this is because it produces desired behavioral results on the few occasions it had been used on Misty's bottom, or because it reminds him of discipline meted out to.