Some of the girls hit harder than others; some managed to hit his glans. What amazed Cliff (and the crowd) was that the pain, which was considerable, did not make his erection subside. It was still going strong even as the last girl managed to hit his cock length-wise, from base to glans, quite a feat or marksmanship, as the voice of Mr. Barton remarked. “Well done, well done. Now, Mr. Jackson will now be repositioned for the second part of his punishment. All young ladies who have been victims of Mr. Jackson’s lechery are entitled to give him one kick between his legs - even if you have already caned him, so if you have returned to your seats, come back and rejoin the line. All I ask is that you remove your shoes - we do not want to castrate him.” Cliff, in the meantime, had been positioned on his knees, with his legs spread and his bottom facing the audience. His balls were dangling freely between his legs. A cameraman moved backstage in order to capture his face, now that it was facing away from the audience. The first girl had taken off her shoes and moved into position behind him. She aimed and kicked - his scream filled the auditorium, the pain was unbearable. His erection went down almost immediately. Girl after girl removed her shoes, aimed, kicked. Some connected well, some less so - one was more of a kick in the ass than a kick in the balls, but the girl who had had such bad aim was not allowed to kick again. In the end, no fewer than 23 girls had given him a kick - he had never experienced pain like this. The crowd jeered and booed as he was untied and more or less carried back to his chair by softcore two guards. Then silence fell. “Miss Johnson, please come to the front of the stage!” Kimberly got up. This was going to be terrible. She could not believe what she had witnessed, and she could not believe she was about to be part of it. “Miss Johnson, you have been sentenced to 20 cane strokes on your bottom, 10 whip lashes on your back and 10 whiplashes on your chest. The punishment will be administered by Carl, and you will be entirely naked throughout. Before I order you to undress, however, I have just one announcement intended for the audience. Miss Johnson’s crime was to post a private photo of her former boyfriend on a social networking site. Our motto is ‘let the punishment fit the crime’ - for the duration of her punishment, therefore, the use of photographic and video equipment is expressly permitted, in fact encouraged. The masturbation school owns the copyright of any material that results, and gives express permission for this to be posted on social networking sites and indeed on the school indian intranet. Will the guards please make sure that the other three culprits’ chairs are turned facing away from the audience, so that they will not be visible on any footage? Thank you.” Kimberly could not believe it. Her disgrace would be with her forever, there was no way ever to live it down! “Miss Johnson, stop shaking and start by taking off your top.” She complied, taking off her tank top. “Now your skirt, if you can call it that!” Indeed, Kimberley’s skirt was a rather flimsy garment - her dress sense, or lack thereof, had earned her the reputation as a slut, undeserved though this might be. Again, she let it fall to the ground, and was now facing the dark auditorium dressed in only panties (well, a string tanga, in fact) and mini-bra. Chelsea glared at him for a moment before cracking a smile too, “Maybe later. He pulled out and laid on his back. He thrust into her for a while at a measured pace, feeling her body respond positively to his cock. ‘Cause it wouldn’t really explain why your carpet matches your drapes, now, would it?” Kelly growled. His own lust had only grown, and his hard cock longed to be deep inside her again. The action alone caused a huge cramming inside the milk filled and tightly clamped guts of the Private but she managed to endure. indian She reached her little hand in and pulled out his massive tool. I did not tell her about me and my father though. A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too dark to be real. Both switchblades had softcore traces of their victims’ DNA in cracks in the cases and the mechanisms that opened the blades. She reached masturbation up and turned off the shower, taking a deep breath and steadied her breathing. “Let's think about this a minute.” “Tina how long after he took you the first time did he take you a second time.” “Nearly three months.” After the assignment and all, we went to the bedroom. "Meet me by my bus," said Mike down the hallway, adjusting his full erection so that it was not so noticeable in the hallway. "You are sure you want to become a bitch slave?