However, each time, she again bent low, arched her back and thrust her bottom back for the next cruel stroke of the ravaging cane. It seemed as though...each time she bent even lower, moving her knees out to the edge of the chair so that she could bend even deeper. Her vagina lips were now opened to show her moist pink interior and her puckered anus seemingly winked out at us. When she had received all dozen strokes, Ahmed placed the cane in his left hand and gently assisted the slave girl to. I then started to think about howthey would be fitted onto me and what it would mean. Obeying your corsetor girdle. What did that really mean?I woke next morning to the now familiar tones of Sister Sarah telling meto get out of bed and go do my ablutions. I was in the bathroom before Irealised that she was right! I hadn't really noticed my 'restrictions',I was already so used to them.I wondered how I would manage to get used to the next problem, whateverit was.Breakfast came first, of course.. Had Sarah not been there to keep him in control, he might well have shot both parents. However, there were several other children, all older, so the parents escaped James’ retribution for their stupidity.Sarah immediately adopted the little girl who was named Ann, and returned with the fuming James and the rejected Ann. Susan immediately took over the care of Ann, and they quickly became fast friends. It didn’t take long for Ann to recover from being rejected because of the love and attention. The purposeful strides she took as she walked made her appear in command of everything around her. We became good friends and often saw each other in town. When my father died that winter, I decided to live with her. Her house was on the hill at the edge of town. It was a little larger than mine and kept very simple. It had a cedar-board shingle roof and was built of fieldstone. A fence made of the same stone surrounded the small, enclosed yard. After living there for a short while, I realized.