Making my way down the hall, I start to sense a feeling in my pussy… It knows what it wants. Walking into her room, I feel relieved when I see her w...ith her back turned, staring at a computer screen. Her legs are slightly spread, her back slightly arched. I can see the outline of her underwear through her pajama shorts. She is wearing a black tank top, her nipples visible as well. Expecting to be going to bed soon, she didn’t think she would need a bra. Boy was she ever right. I walk up behind. She feels herself becoming confused further by her contradictory thoughts and feelings. Is she more upset at the fact Becca is with another woman? Or that she isn't there experiencing it all next to her? I am with her, in a sense. I'm right here, watching over her, being turned on by her. My Becca, my sweet girlfriend. The taste of Cara's cunt meanders through her mouth again. It brings her mind quickly back to the smell of Becca's cute pussy from a moment ago. Oh god I want her. Becca! Stacy. No easy task when you have a hard on and your head is spinning. My mouth was dry. I got up and rinsed my mouth out with water. Then I had a drink of water. I was horny. I needed an enema. I looked around and couldn’t find one. There was an empty soda bottle in the trash. I washed it out and filled it with warm water. I finished and flushed. I went back out into the big room. I found my robe, shorts and shoes. I picked up my robe and shorts. I took out the P juice. I went back into Jon’s room. . in front of the whole class, the humilation factor was another reason to behave and perform better, so on the day the punishment was to take place she wore her gym outfit with a pleated short navy skirt, part of the required school uniform , she was made to bend over a pummel horse facing her class, the teacher took her time in delivering the stokes and informing her class mates that this is whatthey would face if they misbehaved !!she related that the teacher raised her skirt but left her.