" She mulled that over. "You think mom suspects anything?" I shrugged. "I better watch it then." Yeah, try not to smile so much. Act more like your no...mal surly self, would ya?"She gave me a light pound on the leg with her fist and we grinned at each other."You mind if I ask you something?" No, go ahead." What a lead in to what I was going to ask." She gave me a quizzical look, then blushed, and finally just shrugged. "What the hell does she do to make you go off like that?" Huh. It's hard to. I remain,Yours Faithfully,Siun MaCarthyJournalist.A week passed before I received a reply,a short reply which read," You may attend for an interview with Mother Superior Concepta on Wednesday next at 10am". I was thrilled. Finally I could ask all the questions I wished. I had heard many stories of canings,spankings of both male and female penitents. I had heard of whippings on bare bottoms of males and females of humiliation by both nuns and monks of males and females. I had heard of nuns and. She ate and then lay back on the bed to continue waiting.She must have dozed off, before she knew it there was a knock on the door. It was Victor which meant that it was time to meet her new master. She followed the tall Russian through the richly appointed home until the arrived in a large kitchen area. “Wait here”, he whispered in his thick accent. “Are you ready?”She needed meekly, not sure that she really was.Maria’s voice called from the other room, “Victor, please bring in Tomas’s. ." "Well, maybe if he had, you wouldn't feel so guilty about what happened," I said, cutting her off before she began to cry again. Then, taking a deep breath, I plowed ahead. "Anyway, since he didn't spank you then, I feel it's my duty to do it now." There, I'd said it. My mother just sat there staring at me -- her mouth slightly open, as if she hadn't heard correctly. I continued. "Even though Dad's death wasn't really your fault, you feel guilty... and the only way you can be free of.