ALWAYS!

Sometimes the things we MUST do are very difficult but human nature is to survive and time helps. In time it will be easier. But a heart always remembers.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qo1Oi8lwtA

Favorite scene from a great movie.

It is not my desire to waste anyone's time. Therefore for those that it matters; I am a married plus sized woman who is not seeking a relationship. Just talk.   


I am it seems...often...and constantly drawn towards age play. I do not see myself as a little girl....so much as a teenage girl.
 
I imagined that I had to do detention after school. I report to the classroom in a not so imaginative school girl outfit. White button down blouse, kick pleat skirt, white pulled up knee highs and black slightly heeled shoes I know I'm wearing a bra because goign around the school in a white blouse and nothing would be far too revealing and beneath the skirt very simple white cotton panties.
 
When I get there I see I am the only one serving detention and I find a desk in the classroom to sit down. The man at the desk is older of course and I never imagine them as "good looking" their looks aren't as important surely. He wears dress slacks, a button down shirt in white or light blue ...a tie or not....(sometimes a sweater or a jacket)he has glasses of course and he often looks up at me over the top rim. He doesn't smile.
 
As I sit there I see across the chalkboard the words "I promise to be a good girl". All he says to me is "write what you see on the board 500 times". I can almost feel my wrist cramp at the sheer number. He says when I complete that I may leave. So I start in writing...but time passes and I am amazed how long it takes. I can't write too fast because in this school you have to start over if your handwriting is sloppy.
 
At one point I imagine that he gets up and begins to walk around the room ending near me. Standing over me...watching me write for the 100th time "I promise to be a good girl". He carries a ruler with him that he slaps in his hand which frightens me a bit. All he says at one point is "Sit up straight". And so I do. I'm a little surprised when his hand drops down and begins to touch my breasts through my blouse. Softly circling and caressing them as i continue to write...."I promise to be a good girl". He stands to my left as he reaches down his circles getting smaller till his focus is clearly on the nipple that is poking into my bra and surely he can feel it through my blouse. It feels amazing and I don't dare look up. I just continue to write..."I promise to be a good girl."
 
He continues caressing me through my white blouse as I keep my focus on my writing. He then stops laying the yardstick on the desk beside me and turns back towards me. This time he leans his right arm behind me resting his weight on the back of my chair bending over me and his left arm extends down again and find my breasts once more. He cups, squeezes lightly and then fumbling with the top button only he slides a hand down my blouse and well inside my bra to my bare breast. I gasp at the feel of him groping me and he says "Is there something wrong Miss Laslo?" and I clear my throat and answer "No, Sir". 
 
It has become increasingly hard to concentrate on my writing but I continue "I promise to be a good girl".  as he plays with my tits. His hand kneeding them more firmly and playing at length with my nipples that are completely erect and poking into my bra. I keep my back straight as I sit there and feel my breathing becoming labored as he continues. Softly caressing one, round and round, lifting it up, his large hands covering them, fingers adeptly playiing with nipples, he never hurts me...seems to have this amazing touch and sense to his fingertips. I fumble over a word "I pnomise to be a goo...." and he immediately catches it "Erase that. Write it again". My breasts jiggle slightly as I rub the eraser across the words. He almost seems to stop then and

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