My job as Matron was to oversee the medical well being of the boys and also to oversee their cleanliness and personal habits. For instance if the laun...ry staff noticed particularly dirty clothes the owner was referred to me, masturbation was forbidden in the dormitories and if the house mothers caught any of the boys so behaving they referred them to me, also the laundry staff would look out for seminal stains on the sheets and boy's pyjamas. Most weeks I had 3 or 4 boys waiting to see me in. Jones. How can you say that?" I stand on what I said."She was looking me over as well. "You've changed. I thought you would be as scruffy looking as ever, but I did want to say thank you and offer to get you back on your feet. I was going to suggest you come by the ranch and ask for a job. I would have made sure you got hired." Mrs. Wilcox, was this really for me or for yourself?" Seeing you again, I can't tell. I don't love my husband. He treats me just like I was one of his horses. Something. He grunted in pain as the blade pierced his hand.He cried out, "Son of a bitch, that hurts."William opened his eyes as he heard a voice. He turned and looked into the face of an older man. Then he looked down, and he saw his knife was all the way through the man's hand. Staggering back the man yanked the knife out, pulled out some type of bandage, and wrapped it."Who are you?"Tom looked at the man and then realized he was just a young boy, and replied, "Hello, I am Major-General Tom Anderson. SLAP! ... SLAP! ..... SLAP! You bite your lip. My hands come down in a slow but steady rhythm. You've heard about this. This is not a spanking. This is a warm up. SLAP! ..... SLAP! No words, just the sound of flesh on flesh. Let it out! every slap seems to say. Let it out! .... Let it out! .... Let it out! Your breathing starts to adjust to rhythm ... your life adjusts to rhythm, the world adjusts to the rhythm. The world IS the rhythm. Let it out! ..... Let it out! ..... Let it out! Your butt.