Trickles of sweat continues to travel along the length of my pale legs, exposed from just a pair of my frayed denim short shorts. I feel so tiny befo...e him, barely standing 5' tall compared to his tall hulking figure.The farmer grabs me firmly by my upper arm, leaving a whole clay handprint on my tricep. He turns me around until I face the window again, and situates himself behind me. From behind, he reaches around to lift my shirt up, leaving it scrunched up just below my armpit and. The pain would also be used to motivate us as a consequence. Mom said that harsh words and honesty could sometimes be as painful as a whip or a paddle’s kiss.“There are some people who enjoy hurting others. You are three of those people. You do it all the time by intention and sometimes just out of habit. I will inflict pain on you on a daily basis as part of your lessons. It is not because I am a sadist or even enjoy hurting you. This is part of the conditioning, and you can see it as physical. My niece Shelly, she and her mother, my sister, live with me. She's a nice girl, hardworking and honest. She just started over at the Citizen Housing Allocation office as a secretary. Her boss is this real son-of-a-bitch type who won't keep his hands to himself and when she complained, he threatened her with firing. She'd be on the dole and with a termination on her record, would be lucky to find another job, what with so few to go around. I was thinking that if you knew a tough guy, maybe he. So, because he had taken several shots like that, he told her to stretch her arms out to the sides, changing it up a little bit. As she did what he said, he took another small step back, and pressed the button again, capturing the shot. His latest step back had put him level with her knees, still wide apart so that her feet were touching at the bottom, and giving him an unrestricted view at her most intimate area.“Ok, bring your hands back in so that they are against the side of your head,” He.