I took in a lungful of air, to let it out with a cry as the leather cracked against my backside again. The double weight of the leather strips made it...extra loud, and the effect on my backside was incredible. The leather flashed across my burning cheeks as Rayanne got into her stride. Crack after crack as leather flayed the skin. My backside was on fire, my legs kicking wildly and I was crying out with each punishing stroke. And underneath the white heat of the pain that familiar feeling was. When Pam and I walked in, we were met with a chorus of greetings from Susan, Carl, Tony and Jack, one of my dad’s other friends. All except Tony walked over and shook hands with me and hugged Pam. Susan asked, ‘Tom, when are you headed home?’ ‘We’re going tomorrow morning. Pam needs to get settled in and I need to get a lot done before Monday.’ Susan smiled and nodded. I suppose she had guessed Pam would be going with me but this was the first confirmation. Pam added, ‘We visited my mom this. It was a leafy suburb of Edinburgh and I had a part-time research assignment at a local engineering college, which was only for three days a week, so it meant I had a lot of free time.Where I was living was on the second floor of a small apartment building and almost directly opposite across the road was another similar apartment block. From my living room and bedroom windows I could see across the street to about ten or twelve other apartments and of course they could see over to me. It was a. It would be far too much of a hassle to drag your heavy suitcase and duffel bag all the way up two flights of steps, especially in your state of fatigue.The elevator doors open at the second floor and you step out into the hall. You can hear the muffled sounds of students chatting and laughing behind the closed doors of their dorm rooms, and you begin to feel at home immediately.You walk down the corridor, and spot dorm 213. "This is it!" you whisper under your breath.With a slight rush of.