Chapter 35 Principal's Office Two

• Mr. Anderson gently placed his hand on my still trembling ass cheek and stroked it, careful not to touch the still sensitive red welts that stripped my ass. The rough skin of his palm barely made contact with the soft smooth skin of my bottom. He paused for a moment and then pressed his hand firmly into my flesh, squeezing it as he spread my cheeks apart so that he could get a better look at my wet gaping entrance. I pressed my ass back into his hand, affirming his actions.
• He released his grip and I feared that I might have acted too soon. I dreaded the thought of him telling me to tidy myself and leave.
• I waited for a moment, and was rewarded with the slightest touch between my drenched hole and my anus, which twitched in response. It was a finger, as I hadn't heard a belt buckle or zip. He placed his left hand on the small of my back and slid it under my shirt and up my spine. When he reached the back of my neck he stopped and squeezed gently as if choking me from behind, before sliding his hand back the way it came.