?But she wants you to whip her,? Wilma reassured. ?She wantsit, she needs it, she craves it. Isn?t that so my littlest witch?? ?Yes Ma?am? Wendy quiet...y responded. ?You want me whip you?? Rachel could not believe what shewas hearing. ?How could anyone want to be whipped?? ?When I have been naughty I like to be punished. It makes mefeel good again.? Rachel shook her head in disbelief. She did want to punishWendy, and now she had permission to proceed. Rachel raised the whip above herhead and. As I get lost looking at him the waitress brings our dinner out. We eat our fabulous dinner and chit-chat for the rest of the night as I watch the clock. Every once in a while I let my foot trail a little up his leg and he looks up and smiles. He reaches across the table for my hand and I give it to him and I feel him trace his fingertip along my palm. It takes me a moment to realize that he is writing something on my palm me too. I look up at him with curiosity in my eyes and he points to his. "I crawled into my father's bed to play games with him." Of course you did. All children climb into their parents' bed to play games. That the games were sexual in nature was his doing, not yours. You were used, Wanda, used to satisfy his sick needs."She bowed her head. "I liked it," she said so softly I could barely hear her.I said, "When I was a child, I liked moving to my knees and clasping my parents' hands while we prayed to their God for wisdom and forgiveness. Why? Because cooperating. I am such an idiot, she thought, I actually sat like a dog! David’s heart was beating faster than it ever had in his life, what was it about that woman that made him react this way. It was always this way, he would wake up in the morning to the sound of her voice singing old 40’s hits and then the smell of eggs cooking would wash over him, then he would watch out his window as she took her dog, Max, on a walk, usually it was an hour long some days it was two hours. She would come back from the.