"Perhaps we should begin by showing you the equipment we have available for judicial whippings."She just stared at him."First of all we could use the ...uman hand. This is most often applied to any of the softer parts of the body for very minor offences and does not really hurt very much at all. That would be most inappropriate in this case."He might have been lecturing to a class of trainee disciplinarians for all the emotion there was in his voice. She did not for one moment realise that he was. To my surprise, Chief and the war chief asked my opinion on what to do.All I had to go on were the Western movies and TV programs that I had seen in my former life, but I did know that the Comanches could not ride through our people if we were closely bunched. Therefore, I recommended that all of the horses be brought together and the women and children be sheltered among them. I figured that the Comanches would try to salvage as many horses as possible, and they might be used in place of the. My sister had always been very outgoing. She was popular and got plenty of attention. As we both got older I began to see her in a different way. I realised how pretty she was and later on, what an amazing body she had. I felt confused and embarrassed when I got turned on around her. I got hard more than once watching her swim and sun bathe in her bikini or walk around the house in just a towel or her bra and panties. It felt wrong but it didn't stop me from jerking off thinking about walking. "Violated," Marigold said as if it didn't matter, "and sore." Do you mind as much as you thought you would?"Marigold lowered her head, pressing it against Thule's shoulder to try to hide her tears, but her shoulders shook with them. Thule's arms tightened around her."No," she whispered. "Not that much."Thule stroked her hair, his touch feather-light, "You are a very peculiar girl, Marigold."Marigold leaned into his hand like a cat would, closing her eyes. She allowed herself to sink back into.