“Thump!” Miss Downey swiped the nasty wooden brush across the centre of the girl’s bare bottom.“Thump!” The treatment was repeated a few mom...nts later.“Thump!” Helen brought the brush down as hard as she could across Katherine’s right bum cheek, pushing the brush in as far as she could.“Thump!” Katherine’s left buttock received its share.Katherine’s resistance had been broken and she used her right hand to wipe her eyes and nose as she began crying. There was no use in struggling as her Form. It swelled right upand became both bigger and stiffer, to the point where the lump in mypants was impossible to hide. I have a vague recollection of that havinghappened before - but certainly not since I started training with Joy.Fortunately for me, Monique had the same problem - and so did everyoneelse in the class, although that didn't stop it being super embarrassing!Nevertheless, we made it through the whole session, before Joy addressedthe elephant (or maybe elephant trunks!) in the room.. That could become dangerous if it went on much longer — she had no desire to end up in a sordid real-life incest drama. She liked to pretend she was causing so much mayhem as a lark, but she knew from experience that it was something deeper and darker than that. After well over a year of no contact with kinky and fetishistic people, in one night she had bet her future on a feeling and done something completely irresponsible and criminal that threatened her and her son. She wasn't really in. "Why?" Because that's all I remember," he said. "My whole life ... or at least the parts I can remember ... fits on five pages." Make it up from there," suggested Lou Anne."No. This has the potential to be very interesting, but it needs to be accurate. This isn't the fictional account of some character. This is what actually happened to me and how it affected my life. I'll just have to wait and add to it as things happen." Kind of like a journal," said Lou Anne."No, not a journal," he said,.