Otherwise, the student would paralyze herself with indecision."Please, Reverend Father!" she begged. "I haven't done anything wrong!" Frantically wild-eyed, she looked back over her shoulder at me. Her last punishment had been via the cane, and faced now with this decision, she certainly remembered that punishment. All anger and bluster had disappeared from her. She was now just a scared little tomboy about to be spanked. Or so she thought."Actually," I said, "I have something different in mind for you today." Placing my hand on her fine young bottom, I let it glide over the warm flesh, untouched by any sunlight and oh, so pleasingly white.Sara gasped loudly. "Reverend Father! What are you doing?" Her eyes were no longer pleading but shocked.Other than bare her rear end the last time she was here, my hands had never touched her body. Now my right hand was caressing her in a most intimate way. When I let my fingertips glide down the valley between her buttocks and briefly touch her. They’re testing the knives over the weekend.”“Dinner? Next week?”“Hmm ... that’s a possibility. Call me Monday night.”“You’ve never been to my place.”“Haven’t I? So many boys, so many places, I lose track.”“Winter.”“Call me next week. Walker’s knock, knock, knocking at my door. Bye.”I called out, “Yes?”“What do you think about these flowers? For Flora?” His grandmother. Little suck-up.“They’re fine.”“Winter.”“Enter at your own risk.”He opened the door; stopped short, staring. “Oh.”I held out my hands, “Flowers.”He daze-walked over, handed me a nice bouquet. Still staring.I said, “Lovely. Rosetti’s?”Walker nodded dumbly.I tossed him the flowers, “Slice on the diagonal, place in water. Insert tongue back in mouth.”“God, Winter, you’re ... you are...”Poor lad, gobsmacked. His right hand went unconsciously to his bulge.I hefted my boobs, “Chill. I’m wearing a bra.”He blinked back into consciousness. Nodded judiciously, “Yes you are.” He tweaked my left nipple, my right. “But I can still.
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