cumfacialextremist:

Body shot supreme!

wailer64:

She stood as Matron had left her, just in her socks and shoes.
Her nose was pressed against the wall and she knew that the Headmistress’s secretary would not hesitate to tell tales if she moved.
Matron had let her put her shoes back on and then marched her and Angela over to the Headmistress’s office. She wanted to rub her ear where Matron had pinched it, but dare not move.
She and Angela had been totally distracted, moaning, licking, stroking, panting when the light had flashed on and Matron’s voice had boomed out, “What on earth! Come with me immediately!”
She shivered and blushed as she remembered the embarrassing march across the quad, other girls giggling and pointing. She knew that Angela would be telling all, the “unwilling” victim.
She could here the muffled voices, then the squeals and smacks, then the lengthy pause and regular howls as the cane did its work.
Even as she stood there, nervous and worried, she couldn’t help but get damp at the thought of Angela’s bottom, crimson and striped, at how she would feel to be over the Headmistress’s knee, tweed skirt rubbing against her, how each stroke of the cane would burn and sting and yet… 

wailer64:

She stood as Matron had left her, just in her socks and shoes.

Her nose was pressed against the wall and she knew that the Headmistress’s secretary would not hesitate to tell tales if she moved.

Matron had let her put her shoes back on and then marched her and Angela over to the Headmistress’s office. She wanted to rub her ear where Matron had pinched it, but dare not move.

She and Angela had been totally distracted, moaning, licking, stroking, panting when the light had flashed on and Matron’s voice had boomed out, “What on earth! Come with me immediately!”

She shivered and blushed as she remembered the embarrassing march across the quad, other girls giggling and pointing. She knew that Angela would be telling all, the “unwilling” victim.

She could here the muffled voices, then the squeals and smacks, then the lengthy pause and regular howls as the cane did its work.

Even as she stood there, nervous and worried, she couldn’t help but get damp at the thought of Angela’s bottom, crimson and striped, at how she would feel to be over the Headmistress’s knee, tweed skirt rubbing against her, how each stroke of the cane would burn and sting and yet… 

suicideblonde:

Chloe Moretz photographed by Mert and Marcus for LOVE #9, Spring/Summer 2013

suicideblonde:

Chloe Moretz photographed by Mert and Marcus for LOVE #9, Spring/Summer 2013

daddylovesmeso:

never let me go, daddy..

daddylovesmeso:

never let me go, daddy..