The big woman introduced herself as Miss Tener to the sobbing girl. Miss Tener then pulled out the wooden chair to the desk and placed it so the back ...of the chair faced the wall. She then instructed the poor girl, who was still naked from the waist down, to kneel on the hard wooden seat with her hands on her head so she was looking at the wall. Miss Tener told the girl she was to stay in, what must have been an agonizingly uncomfortable position, for the next two hours. After two hours Miss. I was angry and confused but more than that I was turned on; I decided something had to be done about this and shot away to fetch someone to sort it out but could not find anyone whom could really help; what I did find though was a digital camera sometimes used for the school magazine and obviously someone had brought it to do a feature.I returned to the store room and began filming the action rather than taking pictures; I realised later when I reviewed this data it had been a much better. She was determined to act normally, as if sitting here having a cup of coffee with this man was nothing outrageous. He didn’t let his friendly smile slip, but she could feel his eyes burning in to hers. Was his face arranged differently, she would think he was angry. She tilted her head a little as if it would help her get a better read on him. No, it’s not anger, she thought, awareness followed closely by yet another deep blush. It’s desire. He wants me. Jane felt her fingers twitch again as. I heard the latch click and the door silently opened. Sandra popped her head out and smiled.“Hi daddy”, She said, “What is it?”“I’m sorry. I should have locked the door, but I thought you were asleep,” I said, looking at her in the dim light.“That’s Okay, daddy. I’m a big girl now.” With that I nodded my head and turned back to my bedroom. I knew she was a big girl.“Daddy?” I heard her voice behind me. I turned my.