By stroke ten, my buttocks are fully welted and turning bright red. By stroke twenty, the skin is broken and I can feel the warm blood running down my...clinching thighs. The pain is definitely unbearable, but that's what punishments are for, aren't they?By stroke forty, the lower two thirds of my buttocks are a mess of shredded skin and blood. At sixty, they are reduced to a throbbing flayed pulp. I was expecting to get just the minimum mandatory sentence, but The Leader keeps. After giving the boy the change he tried to hand him the pie but heboys tiny hands where full trying to hold the change. Looking first at thepizza box then Tyrone Josh said "It goes on the table." He said standingin the doorway. "Whatever little dude." Tyrone said a little disappointedand angry he hadn't gotten tipped yet and it was looking promising. As Tyrone followed the six year old through the house to the dining roomhe took note of how nice everything in the house was. Not bad for a house. We turn from each other, leaning on the railing, taking in the site of the city. “You think I’m pretty.” I nudge Raph with my elbow teasing him. “You damn well know I do, you’re sexy as hell.” He says softly.He takes his hand and brushes back a stray bit of hair back over my shoulder, revealing my neck to the breeze. I feel a slight shiver run through my body, as the breeze touches my skin. With his hand on my shoulder I can feel his finger ever so slightly caressing my neck. I can’t help but. So he'd asked for the day off, and had driven all the way out to Marin, over the mountain ridge, and back to the vineyard."Buenos días, Señor Flores. Necesito a alquien que sepa manejarse en un vinado, sabra usted de alguien bueno?" Good Day, Señor Flores. I'm in need of a man who knows his way around a vineyard. You know anyone like that?Effy felt his face break out in a smile, this man who was so obviously a rancher spoke Spanish with a drawl Effy recognized. "You from Texas?"The older guy.