” Ash went to the bathroom her bottom still stinging crazily. She went to the mirror and looked at her bottom which was so red, as well as the tops ...f her legs. Yes the spanking hurt, but now the tingling stinging feeling was somehow sensual, exciting. Ash lightly rubbed her bottom and with wonderment realised her bottom was so warm. Slowly she pressed harder as she rubbed enjoying the sensation. Ash even looked in the mirror and smiled at herself. Yes, the spanking was just what she had hoped. ’ I said, smiling up at her. She sat down and held out her hand, ‘I’m Yolanda Davis.’ ‘J.D. Rawlings,’ I replied, shaking her hand. ‘Were you with a MASH unit in Iraq?’ Yolanda nodded her head. Her gaze traveled over my face and searched my eyes. She asked, ‘How about you?’ ‘Nah, I was with the Marines in the First Gulf War followed by a scenic tour of beautiful downtown Mogadishu a year later.’ I replied, watching Yolanda chew while she listened. My pulse quickened from her obvious. “Me-a ga?” Ku-aya paused and looked at each of them again. “Me-a dam-mul ga?”“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re trying to say.” Luisa shook her head.Ku-aya nodded in apparent understanding. She laid her left hand on her lap, palm up. Then, she pressed her right index finger lightly against her palm and began to mimic writing, moving her finger in short strokes as if forming characters.“Of course!” Luisa smiled and nodded. “Charlotte?”The medical technician extracted a stylus from her pocket,. Freedom doesn’t hold any appeal for me, and to be honest, I think freedom is a trap from which you can never escape.”“But you believe in free will, right?”“Moral free agency, yes. But I think pure freedom damages the soul because it provides no boundaries and no limits. The risk of pure hedonism and the total focus on self. To be truly human, you have to love and you have to give of yourself to others. And I don’t mean give physical pleasure, though that can be part of it; I mean dying to self.