I am wiggling as hard as I can still with no success. 'Hold still' he barks. My motion stops in hopes that his will also, but to no avail - as for the...third time his belt cracks across my ass. As the sting builds, he releases me and I curl up on my side trying to hide from him. My hair falls across my face obscuring it from his view. I lie there sobbing, trying not to draw his attention as he gets up from the bed. My legs are tied open and I cannot hide from him as well as I would wish; I scoot. My unfortunate father passed away then only along with the driver but my mother thankfully survived albeit with lot of injuries. Upon hearing the news about the accident I flied immediately to London. My mother was being treated at a government hospital. I got her transferred to our own city for treatment. She was under intense treatment for about a month after which she was released even though she had not recovered completely. She still had occasional painful bursts, had a sling in her arm. And I was feeling put upon and a bit bitchy. "Does the day end in 'Y'? Ooops. I said that out loud. "Yes, ma'am. Sorry for the remark."Compared to my other classmates, my remark was mild, a good reason NOT to be a teacher.I pissed 'er off, though."Come up to the board and show us." Mizz Nagle gave me the evil eye. I honestly thought that she doubted me.I left my desk and walked confidently up to the board. I took the marker and wrote the answer."Where are the intermediate steps?" she asked."In. .." She shuddered, "I shouldn't have said what I did," she said and dropped her gaze into the deep red wine. "No." she said. "That's over." Only her face showed the depth of her emotions."Hell, Helen, I'm sorry. Last time you mentioned it, it was almost a joke. Something happened, and you've been hurt."Helen got up from the table and walked to the wall of the balcony. She stood looking over the beach and sea for a moment or two. The trees in the campground were almost fully leafed out and there.