I hate the way this feels. To love how she looks, school-girl fresh, playful in the Autumn rain -- bending cheekily, daring me to educate her... Yet off limits for my fantasies because to lust her look means I must be a sick fuck who wants under-age kids.
It's distracting to think what the thought police say of my fantasies.
So now I fantasize about being in said Catholic school, but now I'm a nun with a ruler and I smack-smack-smack the knuckles of those who would turn my fantasies into something dark & non-consensual.
Then, I'll return to my normal form and get down to the business of educating this one in the rain...
