With hindsight, at that time of my life I was a bit like a female Marlon Brando in ‘The Wild One’. Skinner sighed as we lined up in front of his desk. Xnxx tv As usual the smell of Skinner’s mouldy smoke covered clothing and greasy hair filled my nostrils making me feel slightly nauseous. “Miss Simpson! He began at the far end of the line; each slow deliberate ‘swish’ of his cane bringing an agonized groan from the boy on the receiving end. ‘Whoosh…CRACK!’
“SHIT!” I squealed as the cane struck my thinly covered arse making it shake. Still red-faced from caning the boys, the Headmaster shook his head in despair; “Lisa Simpson; why am I not surprised that you’re back to see me?” he sighed as I sauntered into his study. “You can …stand up now…that…should be…enough…to teach you…a lesson.. “Again!” He hissed as my fingers throbbed. My heart was now thumping and I soon realised that I was getting ‘hot and tingly’ between my legs as my Headmaster’s eyes lustily viewed my knickers and arse.
