Janie expected she knew what that was for. It was evident that some tears had been shed. She hugged her daughter asking, “Are you ok Baby.”“I�...�m ok Mom, a little sore but ok.”“So, what did you think about it?”Her voice fell to a whisper, “Honestly Mommy, I like it in my pussy a lot more.”“Well at least tonight I suspect he’ll be back in you and it will be in your bottom. You’ll be ok but I don’t want you to get his rough ride, it still hurts me and we’ve already done it a bunch of times.. Standing in the foyer, I notice your outfit. You are dressed to clean, not so much to entice. Through your form fitting tank top it is obvious you are braless. Your gym shorts show no evidence of panties. Your cascading red hair is flowing over your neck and shoulders. It is the wiggle of your ass that quickly catches my attention as you step forward and back with the vacuum. Damn, you keep yourself fit. I want to believe it’s for me, but I am not going to fool myself. Pausing until you are. I’m Mark, this is Emily, and we’re trying to get home. Your captors picked our campsite to drop you.”She regarded me through red tearful eyes. “I’m Lucy Mortensen. Martin is my husband. This is our woodlot. Those men broke into our home, and dragged me and Martin out into the yard. There, they ... they shot Martin, and left him to die! Then, they dragged me back into the trees. They stripped me along the way. I just knew that they were going to ... to ... use me, and then ki ... ki ... kill me.. You mistook my kindness and weariness to pop you behind with not having the stomach to discipline students when necessary. Well you were wrong, now that is what I call a punishment that hurts!”“It’s Herminie with the hairbrush you bought or serving detention during the breakfast with the underclassmen. Those are your only choices big boy”Hermione was a heinous choice and I was tempted to break her sister’s heron and tell her why I felt she was not a good choice. Miss Granger had mentored me.