Trust me, kissing isn't all that bad. You'll learn tolike it."Sandra and Jessica were still not convinced."So, what is it to be?" asked Anne."If it ma...kes you happy, then fine," said Jessica."I guess it's ok," said Sandra."Well, thank you! This means a lot to me. There is just one more thingthough," said Anne."What's that?" they both said, sounding put off."Don't tell anyone. Not just yet," Anne said."Why? Something wrong?" asked Jessica."There are people who won't like me for loving her, much. "Stan and Anne. You must know about them, Elizabeth?"Elizabeth regarded her compassionately, thoughtfully. "Yes, Denise. Stan and Anne are together, I'm afraid. You fell for him after all, didn't you? Poor love, you tried not to, but you did anyway." She once more took Denise into her arms and hugged her. "It wasn't Stan's fault, you know. I know he was attracted to Anne, but he was attracted to you, too. It was just that the time was wrong."Denise still looked sad and shaky, but she bravely. I think some little bimbo has just earned herself twenty swipes of thecane, don't you?"The Maths class had been two and a half hours of basic multiplication.There is no way I'm going to be spanked during that, thought Mark atthe outset. After all, how difficult can basic multiplication be? Theanswer sadly, after many, many spanks for getting the answers wrong,was very difficult indeed. For Miss Garrison was teaching BimboMultiplication, and in Bimbo Multiplication, 5 x 7 for example didn'tequal. The whole thing began at a very early age when I started wrapping my legs around various things. I don’t know why I started doing it, but I loved placing a pillow between my thighs and hold it there tightly. It soon became a part of my nightly ritual, as I couldn’t fall asleep without a pillow (or something else) between my legs.Soon I discovered that pulling my pillow really tight into my crotch gave me a strange feeling of pleasure. It was a feeling that started somewhere between my legs and.