The Sixth Form girl hesitated and looked over at Amy Harket, then back to Melanie. She was still sobbing and sniffing and wanted the punishment to end...“Over the arm of the sofa, Lindsay, or do I have to help you?” the Deputy Head Mistress smiled wickedly.A helping hand from Mrs. Edwards would surely mean extra punishment so Lindsay Bronson-Mitchell shook her head frantically. She brushed her black hair from her face and carefully lay over the sofa, hips resting on the arm of the large sofa,. OK, are you ready to apologize now?” “N…No”, I stammered barely able to talk through the pain that numbed my mind and tears streaming down my face…. Swoosh went the birch switches again… again, and again…. “OK, apologize now ‘Mommy Dearest’ and I will stop…” said Jake sarcastically. “Yes, yes, oh please stop… I c-c-ca…can’t take any more” I begged… “I’m sorry” I said with a voice that shook with emotion… a mixture of severe pain but somehow a sliver of thrill … as thin as the birch switches. Came from nothing, she remembered, but as soon as she'd latched on to James she had become Lady Muck. Peter, on the other hand, was David's direct boss and was a different story altogether. Brilliant guy. A bit older than David, but still had some rugged good looks. Spoke his mind too, always swearing. Rose liked his directness. In a world where appearance is everything, it's nice to have someone who will call it like it is. Yes, she liked Peter very much. She suddenly realised that her eyes. Sliding it up over my legs I check in the mirror to see if it looks okay. I figure no matter how it looks you will love it if you get to see it. I look through my cosmetics for the right combination to get a light and subtle but sexy look. Nothing too full on for tonight being that it’s just dinner and the movies. I pull my hair back, leaving a few wisps free to frame my face. Searching through my closet I find just the right pair of jeans to wear. After I tug them on I pick up my new top off.