Enjoyment, you might say. He would find things slaves did incorrectly, and punish them wickedly. Many tongues were removed, eyes plucked, brands appli...d. When I finished school and returned home, it was my – obligation, he said, as one to be Mistress of the plantation on Martinique, to learn and master the ways of punishment. ‘He had me beat a man’s privates to shreds who had simply dropped a piece of crockery. I was required to use a small guillotine to remove a new scullery maid’s breast for. She was in tops and long skirt. When she woke up…..I fastly came down to my room.I heart was beating heavily. To increase its beat, Nithya came with lustful eyes. We hugged each other.“Jack….do something Jack…..” she moaned.I didn’t know, from where I have to start. But I understood the time was very less. So I made her to sit on the bed……lifted her skirt and saw her wet pussy. She was looking at me with thrill. I licked her cunt. Moanings filled the room. After some time….I turned her and. However, my experience with Nick taught me that I'd have to be sensible. I absolutely couldn't lead Amy to believe that I wanted anything more than intermittent play. I couldn't accidentally hurt her like Nick had accidentally hurt me.I decided to make a conscious effort to limit my flirting. I also chose not to push for another play session quickly. If we played too frequently, it might seem like we were in a relationship in all but name.Keeping things infrequent would work, wouldn't it?I. Most kids my age were relieved. However, for me, school was my one place that I could escape these demons inside me. It was the only steady thing in my life at that time and I was feeling… empty and alone. For no real apparent reason, I was feeling so far away from gone. I just wanted to be home. The next morning, I woke up grudgingly. Today was going to be particularly horrible, when in reality, it should be one of the best days of my teenage life. But my anxiety was at an all time high. I.