“Some people are naturally slaves; they take orders because it’s easy for them. Other people resist being slaves but are eventually broken; they a...e sad creatures hardly even human. A very few people have the will to resist all the way to the end, believing that death is better than slavery. It is this last kind of person I think worthy of my attention, worthy of immortality.” He looked deep into Rachel’s eyes. Although she was trying to be brave there was a little girl in the corner of her. She was not as experienced with discipline as was Robert. All she had to go on was the memory of her own punishments. Suzanne suddenly realized that she needed to time the swats and spread them out. She decided to hit Amy on alternate cheeks. POP!… POP!… POP!… POP!… POP!… POP!… Amy’s bottom was now a deep pink. Suddenly Amy began to cry quietly. After about 20 additional swats it became harder for Suzanne to continue. She hated doing this to her friend. She decided to give Amy 10 final swats. That's why you're never supposed to wear them to school!"This was what I dreaded. I was hoping that Daddy would have felt sorry or angry for me at the boys on the bus, but that wasn't to be. I was the one to blame; Daddy knew."I know Daddy," I apologized. "I'm so sorry. I just wanted to show them to my friend." You could have shown her after school," he admonished and then sternly ordered, "Now come here - you know what is going to happen."I nodded and went around behind Daddy's desk to stand. "I always hug, it is much more intimate and people often forget who I am, only remembering the hug, and not the name, allowing me to remain anonymous." She smiled still in my arms, reached behind and untied her swimsuit top letting it drop off, exposing her lovely breasts, and hugged me again. Our breasts touched, nipple to nipple, and she sensuously kissed my lips."Your sister is too young for me to treat this way, but I believe you are more than old enough respond. I do hope that we can.