Your-Sir: You Were A Bad Girl Last Night, Weren’t You? I Told You You’d Pay This Morning. As You Were Getting Ready For The Day, You Felt My Hand Grab Your Wrists And Bend You Over The Bed. Stay There. I Lower Your Pants And Panties, Exposing Your
indetention: I’d hardly made it through the door before he called me from his study: ”Courtney? Is that you? Get in here. I’ve had a letter from school, and I’ve a bone to pick with you. And you can leave your skirt on the chair in
