Continuing to hold herself properly in place, her rear now feeling as if it was on fire, she suddenly became aware of silence once more filling the gr...nd hall. The last preparation was concluded. She could now go to her Master. Her legs shaky from the flogging just received, moving from the padded platform and kneeling before the woman who had just finished ravaging her upturned bottom, raising her hands, the palms being turned upwards, with head bowed, her own voice now breaking the. A thought flashed through my mind and I snorted a laugh.Denise looked at me. “What?”“Ha. Had a funny thought, instant cure for groping. Use a fire hose to soak everyone between classes. Look at them; they’re too uncomfortable to bother with Requests.”She laughed. “Funny. Yeah, you’re right. Clever thinking, honey.”We got to home room and went to our desks. I took out Bob’s email to start reading it when our teacher came in and came to my desk.“I have a note from Mrs Raymond. She wants to speak. She sat at the desk, pushing the typewriter to one side, and picked up the first few sheets of hand written paper.Even as she read it, she could once again feel the sense that she had done all of this herself. That was impossible. Maybe the story had dragged her mind into it. A good story could always make you think you were there. But it was more than that. The old man and lady watched Diane through the one way glass. They had expected this, but not as soon. They had expected Diane to. Robbie Whitlock asked me out, but I told him I wasn't allowed to date and nobody's asked me since." Oh," said Lynne. "So are you going to ask Robby out now?" No," said Jill. "I don't want to go out with Robby. He's not my type." What is your type?" asked Lynne."I'm not sure," she said. "Except I know it's not Robby." Well before you go out on a date, we have to have a talk about ... things," said Lynne, in full mother mode now."I'm not going to have sex with anybody, Mom," said Jill, rolling.