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PTA meetings always seem so boring right? A bunch of mommies and daddies discussing with teaching faculty what’s best for they’re lovely progeny’s futures. OK, all honesty the Ramsey’s little 19 year old brute of a senior is about as innocent as a sin. Maybe I’ll tell you why a little later but today is all about Mr. Moore, the wood-shop teacher.

An unassuming man with glass, a thick mustache and a pair of strong craftsmen hands. You would never know by his gentle demeanor that he is such a sadist. His talent for inflicting pain is only rivaled by his wood handling ability. A piece of wood might as well be a piece of clay in his hands. Something he can shape as he sees fit. It could be a rod, a bone pick or something more a tad bit more complicated. 

A Zigzag Cut Piece of Splintered Wood

On a late day, I let myself into his shop just to talk to him about an issue he had raised at the PTA meeting. As I approached he had on goggles and ear protection meaning he wasn’t aware of my approach. He was working diligently on a wicked looking piece of wood. A zigzag cut piece of splintered wood that I couldn’t imagine what it was for. Placing my hand on his shoulder, he jumped with a start. Turning around, he traced my eyes to the piece of wood. With a flushed face he said “Kim! How can I help you?”

Curiously, rare had I seen such loving work. I stammered “What are you working on?”

My pussy started dripping making a loud pitter-patter sound on the floor

I can see he was staring at my breast making me blush. So I gave him a turn. He should appreciate this full package. Suddenly his arms reached out for me. Pulling me in tight, feeling his sour breath on my neck as his wrapped around his hand my throat. A hardness built in his pants as he bent me over a work table whispering, “I guess your wondering what this is for?”

He gingerly yanked up my skirt up, while grabbing the splintery piece of edged wood off the saw table. Winding back, I heard the wood whistle through the air as it landed with crack on my bare ass. A scream escaped my lips with each impact. My pussy started dripping making a loud pitter-patter sound on the floor. Just  when I thought I would crescendo it stopped leaving me to waddled out of the shop. My trip home with my brood was awkward to say the least.

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