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First thoughts

When I was a young boy at the front of the class with a view of the pretty teacher’s petticoat showing a tantalizing inch of lace now and again and in those days when the teachers used to take somebody across her knee for a smacked bottom which was common in those days; it formed a very strange euphoric sensation especially as she adjusted her skirt after spanking the miscreant and whoa another flash of the petticoat. It conjured up a deep yearning but a great deal of lack of understanding as to what I wanted. Did I want to me in the place of that boy laid across her petticoat lap and spanked before the full class? Surely not! Or the dream of the head coming in a putting the pretty teacher across his knee…. hum confusing times


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John Smith

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