He also never had to worry about hand me down clothes. That was not a problem for any of the kids now. As his parent’s income increased none of thei... kids would ever be caught in hand-me downs again. Things were tight back then and dad only sprung for one extra bathroom that Charley had to share with his younger sisters. He had asked his father about building another but it was a money issue besides when his two older sisters went off to college their bathroom would open up and they certainly. Confirming that he was ok, he walked across to the jewelry store. He looked around for a free associate and couldn’t find one. So he sat in one of their chairs and waited patiently. Christian was nervous, he didn’t know why but he was. Sweat was rolling down his face and he used his handkerchief to wipe it away. He pulled the paper out his pocket and opened it slowly. ‘Finally. I thought I would never get it,’ Christian thought as the sales woman walked over to him. ‘Hello Sir, sorry for the. She took her shoes and socks off and rolled up her trouser legs and paddled ever more adventurously shrieking with excitement at the higher wavelets and jumping over them. Inevitably she got her trousers wet but that bothered her not one bit. Eventually her legs became cold and she came out. She dried them on the towel that Steven had insisted they brought. Next he taught her to play Ducks and Drakes and she quickly became rather good at it, quite often getting her pebble to bounce six or seven. One of the mistresses was holding the HM’s cane, a fearsome device some three feet in length of supple yellow rattan. She handed it to the HM who flexed it in front of the ashen faced girl and the sliced it through the air causing her to flinch and clench her buttocks. The sentence of twelve strokes was given and from where I sat I could see her knuckles whiten as she gripped the edge of the chair seat. The HM with a face like stone moved behind the girl and placed the stick across the centre.