I feel myself slipping away.SLAP!It takes a moment to register, the sound with the sensation. Suddenly, there is a warm burning. A stinging between my...legs, then another and another. Harder and harder. He's not saying a word. I try to squirm and close my legs, but I can't. Each slap finding its aching, pink target. It hurts so much, but feels so good.He's silent, slapping between my legs over and over again. It is hot, stinging, and throbbing now, aching with pain and need."No more," I plead,. " Two large staples had been welded to the collar, one at the front and the other at the back and a chain was padlocked to the one at the front and fed through a ring on the wall. I was then lowered onto my 5" heels and before the chains were released from my wrists the chain to my neck collar was pulled so that I ended up with my face hard against the wall. They quickly completed my incarceration, long shiny black PVC gloves were slid up my arms, 2 inch shackles were locked on my wrists and. He mentioned that being seniors, we did get a bit more leeway and could go into town on Sundays.Registrations were a mad house, and Frank left me to it after he dropped me off. After supplying my name and blah, blah, blah, I was directed to a courtyard to wait for assignment to my dorm and my interviews.It wasn’t hard to pick out the newbies like me, and the old hands. We were directed to stand in lines beside where the number for our grade was painted on the ground. As shorter people joined. ” “But in your condition…” “I am fine. There is no problem at all. Believe me! You have to remove some screws and help me stand up. Of course, I won’t be able to walk, but I am not heavy, even with the cast…” “Abby, you’ll have to talk to the nurse about that.” “Pleeeaaase, I will pay you as much as you want.” “No, Abby,” John said, then got up and went to the window. She remained silent for a moment, nervously running her hand through her hair. Then, she started to cry pitifully. .