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It's not allowed, I'll report you to the authorities." She heard the swish of the cane before it landed. This time on both legs, just below her buttocks and this time the burning pain brought tears to her eyes. She wondered if her teacher had used his cane on Elyse. She'd had plenty of detentions but she'd never mentioned being caned. Now that Emma thought about it, she realized that Jennifer had never really discussed her detentions at all. Was this the reason for her secrecy? Had Mr. Johnson done the same things to her? "You're in no Defloration position to tell me what I can do Emma, and it will be your tinytits word against mine if you report it. The marks teen will have faded before you get home. Now get those wet things off before I give you a real caning." The tearful youngster was too frightened to reply. She was sure that if she said anything at all, he would hit her again. Hot salt tears streamed down her cheeks as she turned her back on her teacher and removed her bra. She dropped it to the floor and struggled to peel off her wet panties with one hand while she clutched the towel around her with the other. Her teacher picked up the flimsy garments in silence and sat down at his desk. To Emma 's surprise, he ignored her but instead studied the flimsy damp scraps of material in his hand. She waited silently, expecting him to hang her underwear with the rest of her clothes but he appeared to be absorbed in his thoughts. It was as if he had forgotten she was in the room. The tension was unbearable - half of her hoped that he would Hardcore continue to ignore her but the other half wanted the ordeal to be over as quickly as possible. Too embarrassed to speak, she coughed nervously. He looked up and stared at her as if he was surprised to find a near naked girl in the room. "Yes? What is it?" She pointed to her underwear. "My things - aren't you going to hang them up to dry . . . sir?" He looked down at his hand "Ah yes, sit down then Emma." He indicated an old armchair opposite his cocksuckers desk and, still struggling to preserve her modesty, Emma sank into it. She wore the same Defloration steel collar as the women and garter belt and heels. And the clock continued to tinytits tick, it was after midnight, the witching hour had passed. Her heel pushed into my balls, indenting the mattress beneath them until there cocksuckers was no more give. I could clearly see the door to the bathroom and Aunt Sheen’s bedroom from where I was standing and within a few moments I saw Aunt Sheen emerge from the bathroom, looking as if Hardcore she had just washed her face. I gave a snort of disgust and wiggled out of her arm, stalking off into the physical education building without her, teen glancing at Candice. When she finished the last cock, she smiled at him and asked, "Please sir, what time is it?" “Thank you for that. Her nipples were still long and full, but she was sad at the overall look. “He doesn’t have a say in what goes on with these parties.” He informed me. “I do.” The six of us, four of the farmhands, and Mr Ravens spent time in the sauna hidden behind the wall of mirrors. Help! I just got all jacked up. Amy checks on her. In colleges across America, students were chosen to attend classes naked.