The top sheet was a bloodbath of red ink, promising additional carnage on the following pages. I found myself wishing I could do a complete restart of... the morning. Ms. Booker slid the report across the desk to me with a light push. “I’ll need that revised by the end of the day,” she instructed. I nodded and then looked down at the floor submissively. “Yes, Mother,” I responded. A shock jolted through me, instantly catching the vital breach of protocol. She slowly looked up at me with an ominous. Nothing could have prepared me for the first swat from the strap. I shot upright grasping my buttocks. “Resume your position,” said the headmaster. “They won’t count if you keep dancing about and I will have to give you extras.” I bent forward again and managed to limit my movement to a little jig as each swat was administered. As the sixth and final swat connected with my bottom I let out a massive sigh of relief realising that I had been holding my breath. “Stay put,” said the headmaster,. You are beautiful and sexy. There is a limit to the amount of temptation that I can sustain.” I smiled. “Even here, you are a temptation.”“I understand, Gerald. We need to set a date soon. I want to be married to you.” She squirmed a bit and then said, “We could get married at the courthouse but I would like it to be performed in church. We will talk to Pastor Ken on Monday evening and make it happen.”It was late but I went home. In the morning, my mother asked me if anything was wrong and I. Also I thought about putting some dry clothes in there but then remembered how she worded her sentence about risking it.I started my bike up, looked at the gas and filled it up, went over to her house and she was sitting there waiting on me.We took off but this time we rode towards the lakes that are at the far end of our town, it is secluded but every nice and we can swim in the lakes.It took us a while to get there since we had to stay to the back roads so the sheriff wouldn’t hassle us.When.