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I sat on the cold wooden bench outside Mr. Anderson's office trying to control myself. I was shivering uncontrollably, not from the cold or because I was afraid of the punishment I was about to receive. I was shivering because I was so aroused at the thought of what I was about to do. I certainly fit the profile of a troubled teen but I wasn't one. I was the unwanted child of a teenage...
Added 29 May 2010 | Category Spanking
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