You want to fly off the handle and let her feel some of the pain she had just caused, but you are too proud to do that. Staggering away from the close...d door, you bring one of the bottles to your mouth. Getting legless, that is the answer you believe.. So you take up a position at the bar and down the two bottles you hold in your hands. A further six bottles follow, with you neither noticing or caring if Emma, your 'friend' has emerged. It is nearing kicking out time and you do not wish to leave. Owning up to your misbehaviour then being told to bend over to receive correction. Skirt up, knickers down. Trying to stifle your emotions, keep a stiff upper lip as the headmaster administered a short, sharp shock. Sometimes even the English flag reminded her of spanking, to her it resembled two angry red stripes on milky white flesh. Her fantasies of punishment and control weren’t something she’d ever felt able to share with her husband, or any of her boyfriends before him. It just seemed too. I quickly found a pair of black high heels that I liked. And while I was perfectly capable of finding my own size. He called the gentleman attendant over. He guided me to a bench and let me sit down. It was as the shoe store attended kneeled down in front of me to help me fit the shoes that I felt the jolt of the “toy” going into its higher power settings. It was all I could do not to groan in pleasure. It was only then that I noticed how wet I had gotten. There was a spot on my pants showing!. It sounded silly to Tammy, but Krystal was excited, stoked. So Tammy relented, borrowing the short skirt, the tight sweater that showcasesher 34 C breasts in a way she's unaccustomed to. All to accompany her dormmate. . . her now missing dorm mate. Tammy runs a nervous hand through her soft blonde hair, blue eyes scanning theopulent room. Everyone here is so much older, cooler, more sophisticated. Shefeels out of place, a dull hick at theVanderbilt's. No amount of red lipstickor low cut.