“When Queen has doubts, something must be done. When something is awry, slave has to be punished,” I exclaimed. Charles smiled and fell into the k...eeling position with my silent command. “Take off your clothes.” “Yes, Queen.” “Good slave.” Charles undressed quickly and in a timely manner. I had given him permission to get up and fetch me my wood core handle flogger with a lacquer finish Victorian wood style and custom leather tails. He presented it to me with such poise and simulation, I was. " Bastardy has nothing whatsoever to do with skin color. To be called a bastard is to imply a person's parents were never married. In Billy Joe's case, it is very true, unfortunately."Well, we ought to feel sorry for Billy Joe, not pick on him," I argued with her. "It ain't, er isn't his fault his ma and pa wasn't married." They weren't married, Davy," Ma corrected me."It's what I said," I answered her and then caught on I used the wrong word. "Er, yes ma'am," I agreed with her,"You are correct. Burns turned to the still tearful Josie. "I know you are upset because of leaving Paul." He turned to the kneeling teacher. "Miss Ternsley, I want you to explain to Josie what will happen to her." He turned back to Paul. "Paul, I am helping you learn how to handle your slaves. You are doing well. Take them to class now and Miss Ternsley will help Josie and get her squared away. And don't forget what I told you."Paul motioned to Jennifer and Betty and the three of them went out and headed for. If the judges went for sleek, sultry curves and unspoken promises, Shellie would have a good chance. She had already started working her magic on the sponsor, a pudgy, florid businessman of forty-five or so. If they wanted fitness-contest definition and magnificent natural charms, Carla would do better. Either of them might win, and it would be a great party afterward no matter what. But this... THIS wasn't fair. And Shellie wasn't going to get away with it, not if Carla could help it.She.