My fingers pressed along the outlines of her roundness and ended up with fingertips rubbing Dayna’s nipple slowly. I rolled towards the two of t...hem – they were still lost in a fog of intense kissing - and slid my hand down along Dayna’s side, her hip, the top of her thigh. She raised her knee up and towards me, parting her legs and exposing her snatch to my hand. I let my fingers continue to wander over her thigh, her belly, lightly brushing her completely bald kitty. I rubbed my palm. ‘Jake,’ he says as an afterthought, ‘go home.’ I stand up with them. ‘I’d like…’ ‘Go home!’ He shouts at me. ‘I’ll call you tomorrow, but I think we can both agree that today has given plenty of evidence that this studio might not be the best fit for your ideas or methods. Go home.’ They walk out, and I’m left standing there. Thirty-three years old and it still feels like I just got done with a trip to the principal’s office. Well, fuck. I guess I’ll go home. Buck Nelson, of shiraz fame, is. " I see,well I am afraid that I would have thrashed you for that," the Schoolmaster said."I got my hands caned,"Gill said suddenly.The Master looked at her, "Indeed,young lady,and did you deserve it?" Oh yes,I was a right upstart,or at least that's what Miss Proctor use to say,she was the Principal,very strict," Gill giggled."Ah but here is a question for you both,while you agree you deserved to be thrashed,did the beating stand you in good stead?, the Schoolmaster asked.Brandon and gill looked. “Is… is everything okay?” I asked quietly. Susan’s expression suggested it wasn’t. She held out her hand. “Give me your thong and get on the table.” She said quietly. Dreading the worst, I stepped out of my cum-soaked thong and handed it to her, then sat on the edge of her large dining table. “Face down… spread eagled.” Susan corrected me. I quickly backed over to the middle of the table, turned around onto my belly and pointed my hands and feet at the corners. The table was so big, I.