He looked at me and said, “Youthful exuberance causes the apprentice to hurry through his task to progress without applying that learning.”For exp...rimentation, he asked me to see if I could change the grains in the metal to alternate as they appeared in a sword he folded when instructing the apprentices. I closed my eyes to think of how I could do that. My first try was to heat every other layer to white-hot and then pull through the metal in the new direction. It changed the metal as desired. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed, he quickly takes of my clothes and then his own. I never noticed the tattoo that covers his shoulder blades. Flames and the his name in fancy hand writing. He kisses me and says "Tell me what you want." "I want you to fuck me hard and hold me down." I say back, my voice filled with passion. He gets up and grabs his belt and some rope. He tied my hands together and then to the bed. He then started kissing his way down my chest and my stomach, stopping. “Stay still!” He ordered as his hand slapped my thighs. “I can’t. It hurts,” I pleaded with him. “It’s supposed to hurt,” he said deadpan and continued with the punishment. I could hear people around us and I can tell they were watching. “How was I going to explain this?” I thought. I turned and looked up at him with tears in my eyes. “I’m sorry, Liu, I really am. I learned my lesson,” I cried. “No you haven’t,” he quipped and continued. The burning, pinching and stinging pain on my behind made. The damn thing had so many eggs, and so much butter, it was absolutely the color of butter. The icing somehow was hard enough to be a candy all by itself. Helen had admitted to me once, that the recipe came from the file of recipes she had bought from the mill's caterer's daughter. The cinnamon buns had to be able to withstand being rolled around on a snack cart all day, and still be something that the mill workers wanted to buy at the end of the third shift. They were a complete meal, even it.