Well, his stepmotherhad said that the severity of his punishment was up to me, had she not?Well, so be it, I thought. Ready to start, I raised my whip...hand, ?and then, I whirled the whip around my head and sentthe lash coiling as violently as I could manage around the boy?s haunches. Oh,how he shrieked as the lash burned alivid welt around his thighs and bottom. My tongue slid out between my lips asI swung the whip again, this time at his legs. He was struggling, wailing andgasping in agony. .." Brad said causing the judge to hold her hand up."One more word counselor on that subject and I'll hold you in contemptand you too can spend the weekend in jail with your client. Is thatunderstood?" Judge Cartman asked."Yes your honor," Brad said knowing deep down that Judge Cartman woulddo just exactly what she said."Very well then, I will see you both in this courtroom promptly at teno'clock Monday morning," Judge Cartman said hitting the hardwood blockwith her gavel.Pat couldn't believe. Sheila did her best to keep talking, keep the atmosphere relaxed. She hadn't realized they'd be so uneasy about everything, but here it was.They sat down finally, and Sheila felt more confident. She teased them with her legs, keeping the hem of her dress back far enough to show her silk-clad knees. The stockings were sheer, the best that money could buy, and her legs were good enough to always draw the eyes of people.Diana's blue silk dress was long enough to almost completely cover her calves. Now my wife and I had still been having our conversations about what might happen, and usually following that up with hot sex. The third week following, everything was much the same as the previous two weeks. She was wearing regular clothes and no mention at all of the earlier events. After we had tired of playing games, we were sitting in our living room watching tv. We talked for almost an hour, while stopping occasionally to pay attention to whatever was on tv. I noticed my wife was.