"What do you have to say for yourself Patricia Ann? Just how did you get to be such a slut? I thought I raised you better than that. How did you get t... be such a round-heeled whore?"Patty was sobbing and looking everywhere but at her father and mother. Ralph turned to her and asked, "Did you know about any of this?" Yes I did." How in God's name could you let her do that?" What was I supposed to do, tell you? You have let her run wild since she turned thirteen. You interfered with every attempt. .. it's better than nothing... Yep." Oh, shit, why didn't you say?" I just did. You interested?" Hell yes. But it would have to be during the day." That's alright. Actually, my team is looking for someone to do just that." They are?" They are. Tell you what, leave that mess, get off to work, and I'll clean up here. Monday, I'll check with the boss, and see if you can apply. No promises." Oh, Mel, you're an angel." No Rob, it's a white coat I wear, not a pair of wings." Same thing. Gotta go. I. More tears rolled down her face as she sobbed in silence, holding on to the opposite end of the desk so hard her knuckles turned white.“WHACK!”“Ohhh-… E-…eight”“WHACK!”“Aaugh-… N-…nine! Please Sir, somewhere else!”“WHACK!”“T-…ten!”At ten, there was another break, and setting the paddle aside, the headmaster reached out with a tissue to wipe away the tears on her face.“Be strong now,” he said, “Only twenty more to go.”Twenty! Already she felt like she was at her limit, and they weren’t even at. "Physalia shot him an angry glance with her deep brown eyes."Ah but it's only a shirt. I've got plenty more of them at home."Physalia ran her hands slowly over Jackson's muscular chest, her fake nails tickling his skin. She reached his nipple and gave it a hard little tweak."Ow!" Jackson said. "May I just take this opportunity to mention pain isn't really a massive turn on for me. I'm not a wimp or anything like that. I'm just the kind of guy that prefers a kiss to a slap if you know what I.