I'd left it all behind. No more comfortable drunken nights with theinternet, reading stories of improbable transformations, chatting with theothers wh...o'd liked them... Here I am, walking down the high street of a new city, carrying everything Iowned on my shoulders... My bass guitar, sketchbooks, and far too manyclothes...So, I guess, about now, you're asking 'why'? Well, it wasn't anythingdramatic. Not a huge argument with my parents, not a fight with an ex-partner... no, it was nothing more. It was a stone cold ringer for his young daughter. He used Google to reverse image search the photo and up popped the same image used probably one hundred separate times.He eventually traced the origin to a site of a girl named Brooke and as soon as he was looking at a full page photo of her he knew he had been right. His little girl was posed apparently in all non-nude shots, which did little to contain his surprising anger about the situation. All kinds of questions began to flood his. “Then count properly,” Madam Featherstone said as she once again brought down her hand.There were still tears and sobs, but the girl was able to choke out, “Six,” and the spanking continued. The “Twelve” was very shaky and almost not heard by much of the audience, but the girl was able to complete the count.At the command of “Return” the girl joined her fellow students at the desk and the third girl draped herself over the headmistress.It was hard to tell if the headmistress was hitting harder. I was squirming inside, desperately wanting to move, but I remained still, faking a deep sleep, then I felt his fingers trace over my breasts, ever so lightly he caressed the fullness of my boobs, his fingers traced my nipples which immediately became stiff, when I lay down my breasts stand straight up, nipples pointing directly at the ceiling, Kyle's breathing had become heavier, I imagine he was on the verge of cumming, then I felt his breath near my nipples, I longed for his tongue on them,.