"Maybe, but I'm going to have to replace your gag... toget the right pictures, of course." Of course!"He smiled as he reached up and grabbed my charm ...n the front of mycollar. "Are you really a 'bad girl'?"I smiled shyly. "Yes... Sir, I am." Hmmmm," he muttered. "You know what happens to bad girls?"I looked down, my heart racing again. "They get spanked?" That's right, among other things," he replied.I looked up and saw a glint in his eyes. "How else will they learn to begood girls?" I purred. There was no forcing her back. In seconds, he would be brought to his knees for the last time. He thought of the shame of defeat, the pity of his friends, the redoubled torment of his soul. He glanced at her eyes again. She looked back, unblinking. She knew. He didn’t have any other choice. Leaning in as best he could, in as quiet a whisper as possible, he begged for mercy from the woman he had once pledged his life to. ‘Please, Sarah. Please don’t do this.’ She smiled. ‘Let’s hear that. Jake, this girl is now your wife. She may not leave you, ever. She will have your children and she will care for you when you are sick. Take a good look at her. She is no longer my daughter. She is only your wife to me from now on.Ganda, you are my wife.Yes, I am your wife. So is this girl. But you should find a name for her because my Muriel is dead to me.Anak, I am told you do not have a name. Is there a name by which you would like to be known from this day forward?I don't know Father, what. At the time, I was eighteen years old. I was a smart kid, graduating near the top of my class of about 200 students. Like most smart kids, I was a little nerdy, so I didn't have a lot of experience with girls. I had made out a few times, and gone all the way only twice. Also, I was a little shy, making it harder to meet girls.After the reception with students, family, and teachers was over, my Dad told me I could have the Lincoln to go to the party we were having in a cottage a few miles out of.