They whipped my legs and buttocks, too, the sting of the leather across my welted flesh drawing screams from my hoarse throat. How long this lasted I ...o not know, for I was nearly out of my mind with pain. Fresh pain brought me to a state of more alertness when the men began to whip the lips of my sex. At first I felt nothing but unbelievable suffering. I sweated profusely and howled until my voice gave out. I cared nothing for these evil men who only laughed at my distress and pain and. Your language can be so confusing at times. Well, let me see, I do all sorts of things, but as far as service to my master is concerned, I’m mostly an endless source of information about anything and everything. I must say, however, that my past masters, again with the exception of Merlin the First, were quite self-absorbed and vain creatures, always asking silly questions like ‘Could I make them wealthy?’ or ‘Did I think they were the fairest of them all?’ or ‘Would I visit devastation upon. ” pointing at the only other guy left in the class, “ ... seem to think this is a drafting class. Your pencils are too hard and ground to too fine a point.”And so it went on. He hit every single one of us with our ‘isms’ as he called them. He’d pointed them out often enough. Everyone cringed as we waited for him to turn his pointy finger at us. But even I didn’t expect the criticism he directed at Mary. He’d always seemed to avoid directing too much of his wrath at her. This time, though, he. ” She yelled and she fell on the ground. I straddled her on the ground and pulled her arms together. I looped the belt around her elbows, tying them together. She started wiggling under me trying to escape, and so I smacked her real hard on the face. She drew in breath, her teary eyes wide with surprise. I placed my hand on her mouth and told her: “Do you want to get smacked again?” I sneared at her. “Well?” She shook her head, her eyes full of fear. “If you are a good girl, I won't let that.