The walls were lined with rods, various whips, and many unrecognizable but ominous looking instruments. One thing I did notice was a set of stocks—l...ke the ones used to punish unfaithful puritans in the 1700s.“This looks like your room at the mansion,” I said.“It’s an exact representation of the one in my house, except for the stocks. A fascinating apparatus with many possibilities. Don't you agree?”“It looks horrid!”Kurt laughed wickedly. “Of course! It's suppose to! Why don't you try it on. Arimeste glanced around the room. Her teacher, Plato, was quietly pondering over some ancient clay tablet. "Done." she said, in a slightly arrogant tone. The old man looked up, incredulously studying her expression. Arimneste suppressed a grin of satisfaction as she heard her male classmates one by one groaned in disbelief."Done? Impossible!" Plato retorted. He stood, arthritis crippling his right leg as he moved forward. "Done...sure." he said. The young Greek woman leaned back, her full,. "Didn't you say there were no baby pictures of you?" I said Daddy only had one with me and her." Well, here's where they all went." Yeah, I know." Look at your father in this one. Tell me he wouldn't do anything for you." He still would." I know."He kept going, making comments along the way, then he got to the blank page. He turned it and looked at the shots of me playing with Daddy in the park."Oh shit." What?" The mood change. Can't you feel it? Up to here, all the shots have been full of. There was no way I was going to do that. What I didn’t know was that Mathis was right on my heels. He snatched me up and carried me into the living room. He sat down, stood me up, yanked my shorts down to my ankles and then put me over his knee. In front of all his buddies he spanked me. He spanked me hard and I started crying. When he was done he stood me back up and told me to step out of my shorts. Then he ordered me to stand in front of all the guys, bend over, spread my ass cheeks.