How Miss Peters Inadvertently Saved Alicia's Neck
"S'il te plaît," Arlette Rougier whispered.
Janet Peters hesitated as she took the whip.
"Je t'en prie..."
The first stroke was timid, barely leaving a mark. Yet Janet had to admit that Arlette's deep moan, her soft "merci", her sudden wetness excited her most peculiarly. Holding her lover gently, she swung the whip with more confidence.
She'd never seen Arlette come quite like that.
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Alicia froze when it wasn't jolly Mam'zelle Dupont who walked into their classroom that afternoon. Mam'zelle Rougier loathed tricks – especially whoopee cushions on her chair.
Luckily for Alicia, Mam'zelle had absolutely no mind of sitting down.
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