Sometime after dinner, I hear her car arrive and I go to the window to watch her. Her legs are not long but shapely. Today she has encased them in bla...ck nylons. Her black mini-skirt does not quite hide all of the lacy tops of her stockings and they peek out as she moves. Her blouse is baggy white but thin enough to easily reveal the black bra she wears beneath it. When she stands with her small overnight bag in her hand, the texture of her bra cups outlines clearly. She walks on high heels to. “All those weird discussions, and I’ve heard there have also been some Ph.D. dissertations as well about it. Well, they’re all wrong.” “One more question, if you don’t mind?” asked Regina. “I’m not in a position to refuse, am I?” “No,” she laughed, “I suppose you are not! Did the spanking hurt more after you got off?” “Yes,” he replied simply, then added, “but I can’t say if it is because of a release of sexual tension, or if it was simply because the switching was inherently more painful. Such an aromatic smell. A cold hand reached on my thigh, and the words hissed in my right ear, "What are we going to do about your assignment, Lyric?" My goodness, my teacher was touching me, I did not know how to react. He exclaimed, faintly, "If you utter such a sound, you will get points deducted off your assignment, Lyric." Slowly, slightly slowly, my pencil skirt was just above my thighs, mind you I was not wearing underwear, he uttered, "My type of girl. This will hurt a bit. Do NOT make. I wonder why she never told us." Well ... you know Lee, full of surprises. I mean, we all live far from here now. It's no wonder why she didn't tell us, why she didn't want us to worry. We're not in high school anymore."Everyone stares at Klaus blankly but cannot reply or argue against him since they all know he is right. Klaus sighs and messes his hair and rests his head on his arms and looks down onto the floor. Noiselessly he shakes violently and cries. Trish, showing her sympathy, tenderly.