Dressed in what the nuns could describe only as very little. Not only this but she also had a large amount of cash that she couldn't account for. The...mother superior put the telephonic device down that she had been Talking to Stella's Father on. Well young lady your Father has told me that he is very disappointed with you and that I am to punish you in anyway that I see fit. And he agrees with me that you should be punished in front of the whole school. Stella was told to go back to her dorm. The window was full of them...nothingbut panties, all sizes, all shapes, all colors, all styles. My heartwas pounding as I walked in.The entire interior of the store resembled some young girl's bedroom--all pink, with ruffles and lace everywhere. There was a hint of somevery feminine perfume in the air. The old-fashioned term, "boudoir,"came to my mind. After seeing the window display, I would have thoughtthat there couldn't be any more kinds than I had seen there, butthere were. The. Every time. It was kind of neat to see. I felt good for her.Anyway, the bottom line was that neither of us felt comfortable with me calling him Dad and Doctor or Doctor Bradley were just too formal. Doctor Jeff sounded too dorky. We settled on me calling him Jeff. He would mess up my hair and call me Half Pint. God I hated that for the first few days. And then it was OK. I eventually grew to love it.So Jeff had me on my stomach, my bare ass looking him right in the face and he took the bandage. When he was properly trussed, Tom and I went to the old office that was built inside his uncle’s barn and passed a flask of bourbon between us. We sat exchanging small talk and stories until we began to hear moans and mumbling coming from the main part of the barn.We headed back out to attend to the task at hand; I turned the cameras on and checked the sound equipment. Giving him the thumbs up and tossing him the ski mask, I watched his sinister grin disappear below the dark cotton fabric..