I signed up to find someone to tutor my mother." Your mother?" "Yes," she nodded. "My mother needs help with her English. She doesn't let me help her..... you know parents... so I was hoping you would be willing to help her for me." I don't think the program is for that; it's for the students who need help," I responded."I need help," she insisted. "With my mother. The adult language classes are full and she's having a hard time. I will let everyone think you are tutoring me... no one will ever. "Look at that, my son is twice the man as you, you fucking wimp," we are going to give you what you deserve." I dont know if I deserved the beating they gave me, but I took it, I cried, I pleaded, I promised, but I took it. They broke the skin on my ass, they whipped me so much, and I thought Donna was hard, but Brian really wanted to hurt me, and he did. At one point he had me over the couch and he was tearing my ass up with the crop, and with no warning he smacked my exposed, unprepared balls. Anything you want, you'd just have to ask. What does he have to offer that I don't?" If I couldn't hear the hurt in his voice, I'd have laughed. 'Just Cailan' my ass."So you've decided then that I am a whore? That I sell my body for things, or for power? That I should use sound, logical, business sense to decide who I will be with? With you, I'd have access to money, be able to influence the running of the country, so I should pick you instead of someone else? I feel so very ... valuable, right. When the monk returned to take me back to my cell, the Marquis finally reacted. "Wait," he said to the monk, "Bring back Yolande."I didn't know whether that was a good or a bad sign. My fears were confirmed when my fellow prisoner was strapped once more onto the punishment device and subjected to another caning."This was the punishment for your presumptuousness, for talking without permission," the Marquis told me. "Here is your chance to redeem some of the pain you have caused her: Lick her.