?Now, what kind of punishment are you going have for forging this note?? ?I guess nothing is not that answer you looking for huh?? I tri...d to smile. ?No, it is not? she put the cane back on the wall. ?You need to get to class. I expect an appropriate punishment suggestion from you fifth period. You are dismissed, go.? For the next couple of hours I tried to think of what to do. I know she was looking for something that would make my butt hurt. But, I also didn?t. And who better than myself to give her that training. However I couldn’t let her crimes go unpunished but kindness and cruelty go hand in hand and usefully can confuse the unwary. I went to the laundry cupboard and took out a large bath towel. After a moment’s hesitation I returned to the living room. As I unlocked and opened the door I sensed she was hurriedly moving back into position and now she was standing a couple of feet closer to the fire. The poor slut was cold!Laying the towel on the. You wouldn't want to do this to Lucy!"But despite her appeal, he bit harder, and for longer. He bit deeper, ignoring her logic and her reason, and he was hurting her more. "Shit!" she swore, rocking about on her knees. His teeth were strangling and squeezing her bud, and she sank lower. She swayed. Oh fuck. What now? His mouth was on her clit and he was biting her! Biting her clit! She fought to repress the pain and the rushing of blood and the involuntary spasms of her muscles, but it was. The people across the country praised the soldiers as heroes. The Indians considered them cold blooded killers. Mothers carrying their babies had been shot trying to flee the scene. Troopers had chased down and killed the Indians who had run from the scene. Most of the dead and wounded soldiers had been shot by other soldiers. Civilian contractors were hired to collect and bury the bodies of the dead Indians. They buried men women and children in a mass grave. They did not even bother.