. in summary,” the Sergeant continued, nodding to me and, knowing I was deafened yesterday, he considerately kept his face in my full view, except w...ere the way down looked dodgy, as we made our way down the slippery steps to the waterside. He continued, “that it appears the actor had found that his part in the war wus not the bed o’ roses wot it looks like on the silver screen. I reckon that he found it bloody hard going, particularly after his aircraft crashed and he lost part of his crew. It. Those floggers, known as scourges, were solid leather soaked in brine to make them hard and able to salt the wounds they made. In addition, the scourge had nails hammered into the ends of the leather strips to tear open the flesh and leave bloody stripes on the victim’s skin.Brian applied the first blow to Beth’s ass. She reacted with a startled “Oh!”, and then manic laughter. Those reactions continued in diminishing form and volume until the seventh blow, whereupon she fell silent. The. He won’t be bothering you again.”I could tell from her reaction, that a lawsuit never occurred to her. “thanks.” in her small tentative voice she used when in over her head. Or clearly, as in this case, in the wrong.I returned to the article on Submission and Subspace, something I never heard of two hours ago. I had definitely underestimated Cat’s susceptibility to being dominated and her extreme reactions to it. So too had everyone else in the report on her behavior profile.More worries.... I was pretty sure that Trisha knew I really had a thing for her huge boobs. She would often catch me staring at them. As far as I could tell, she didn't mind my obsession. Whenever she would catch me ogling at them, she would just laugh and say something like “teenage boys and their raging hormones.” Even though she knew I obsessed over her chest, she didn't ever stop giving big hugs. At the time, hugging Trisha was my favorite thing in the world to do. I made sure she gave me a big hug.