It was getting on so I decided to knock it on the head for the night and she offered to see me out. Upon exiting she asked to come back tomorrow night...as she needed some help with moving something."No worries, I'll be here," I said, and off I went.The next night I arrived back to hers and in we went. I moved a few bits for her as she wanted and after she asked if I had time for a drink. I obliged and had a can or two of lager.We sat apart, me on the floor just by her chair and she commented. Meanwhile back inside, Carla was twisting her legs and pressing her ankles against each other. The loud slaps and the count continued. By ten, the cheeks had a nice pink hue. As Angie approached Fifteen, the muffled counts were hard to understand, and the trapped legs were trying to run from the spanking, but Angie kept asking for the count. “I missed that one Carla, do I have to repeat it?” “No Ma’am, that was Twelve, Miss Dalton.” Angie continued on till Fifteen and stopped to rest. Carla had. "Did she get you?" "No, she didn't get me, thank goodness!" Enowyn cried. "I killed her first,the way I should've done after I broke out of the courthouse dungeon!" "That doesn't matter now," the soldier said, "but what does matter is, Ithink ye've redeemed yourself by shutting down the woman of steel, and thata child like ye doesn't deserve ta have a whole troop of soldiers thrown atye. I'm going to lead my troop all the way back to Brucor!" With that, he saluted, went back downstairs, and. Lowering my heart rate. Focusing, focusing. I blinked several times, my vision was clearing.Stripping a prisoner naked makes him weaker, psychologically. Like in Abu Ghrab. There’s an atavistic feeling of vulnerability. Not with me. I work hard at how I look. An odd thought comforted me — Wexler would have no chance to get a girl like me. Other than like tonight of course.I was facing the video camera directly; it was at eye level and turned off for now. I was pretty sure what his intentions.