"I'm sorry, but I just don't believe in it," Christine replied. Bri took her hand from Christine's knee and sat back. After a moment sheproposed, "W...ll you let me try to prove it to you?" What do you propose?" Christine asked."I propose that we go downstairs to the salon and you experience theprogram for yourself." And before Christine could respond, Bricontinued, "I promise you that we will do NOTHING to you that you do notwant to have done - absolutely nothing that you don't ask us to do. . I would attach the heavy weights to the rings and walk around my house with them dangling down my inner thighs for hours on end. Sometimes it would hurt like hell but the pain was sweet when I thought of the results I would get from putting myself through this exercise.The sensation I would get as I walked down the street in a short skirt without any panties feeling my heavy rings dangling down my legs and my cunt hole gaping so wide I could feel any breeze or little gust of wind gush up. She had begun crying at the first stroke. The principal however waited for what seemed to Candy like two or three minutes, though in reality it was only about thirty or fourty seconds, between each stroke. Her bottom was red and hurting and she couldn’t even sit down when it was over and she knew she would still be feeling it throughout the day.Contrary to her normal school schedule, she was told to go to the gym for her last class of the day, but not told why. It turned out that she was going. She was about 5"1. Her tits were maybe 36 B, so quite small. Seeing as Brenda took care of her mother, and she didn't have a father, i kind of acted as her father figure. Brenda and her mom was acctually one of the best tenants i've ever had, considering they always paid they're rent on time. They recieved a social services check every month, and i had given Brenda a job as the assisting janitor. A day, nearing the end of the month, i heard Brenda crying in the hallway. I went out there and.