Ledger tried to focus on the whip but it was too far away for him to work on. “Ok, distance is an issue. I’ll have to work on that.” Several oth...r people were gathered around a raised stage, looking on as a woman was chained to a pillar on it as he watched. He couldn’t tell right away what was going on until one of the people stepped up to the stage, handed something to the person in charge and the woman was brought down to him. He had just witnessed a slave sale. Ledger wanted to charge in and. 'Darn, is that my hair? It looks awful!' I quickly scooted into my parent's bedroom and brushed my hair out again. As I did I smelled something good. 'Waffles and fried eggs?'I left my purse in there and hurried downstairs, finding, as I expected, Barry being busy in the kitchen. He'd already baked a plate full of waffles and some fried eggs. "Good morning, Oriana, would you like some breakfast?" I'd love some. My constitution requires me to eat a lot. It smells good. Say, when did you learn. Suggesting a tough punishment guaranteed she'd receive it.She'd suggest a 'Serious'. She'd only proposed it once before. Risking her career for private pleasure deserved it. A 'Serious' comprised two extra cane strokes on her tender thighs. Excruciating on her sensitive soft flesh, the conspicuous marks might embarrass her in her short dress. Proud of her grueling ordeal, she surveyed her high hemline and slim, bare legs.Punishment hurt. Scoring severe lines of unmistakable discipline on her. ‘Are you my slut?’ He bellowed. ‘Yes!’ She screamed in response. ‘Say it to your husband. Say it now!’ He commanded, pulling her hair. My wife got a pain expression on her face, as the last bit of strength she had left. ‘No please. I can’t.’ She begged. Anita looked at me through her eyes full of sorrow and said nothing. ‘Tell your husband you are my slut, and I will let you cum.’ He shouted in her ear… My wife’s expression was of pain, sorrow, and desperation. After several more commands and.