Then, suddenly, the cropping stopped."How are you feeling, Sandy?"Through her desperate gasps for air, Sandy replied, "Th-th-thank y-y-you, Mistress."...Would you like me to crop you more?" Y-yes, Mistress." Very well."Mistress resumed her circling, but now accompanied it with a steady rain of blows. Sandy felt the insidious instrument on the backs of her thighs, on her stomach, on her back, on her breasts, on her side, on her bottom, on the flesh of her thighs. Throughout all of her punishment,. ...She was wearing black, shiny leather high heeled boots that zipped up to her knees, and I couldn't see what else because of her big winter coat. After she'd sat down and crossed her legs though, I could see a bit more...She obviously had a little denim skirt on and either black tights or stockings. She was gazing out of the window and a sweet smile crossed her lips. It was pretty warm on the bus, so she undid her coat and pulled it open. I could now see that underneath that coat she was. Jenny was being trained, but I barely noticed because it was hardly the same sort of discipline the three of us were getting.I have to admit that I was starting to get along with Candy now more than ever, and I was seeing her as an ally. Sometimes we would steal some candy or something and plant it on Honey to get her in trouble. Honey would spoil it by eating the Candy and then asking for punishment from my mom like she had been guilty all along.We ate lunch the same way we took every meal at. It was forvisitors who were seeing people in the building. He massaged histhighs and lower legs. He hated his heels. He wondered if he wasn'tstarting to hate Julie. Then he thought about the old days anddecided he didn't hate her. After about twenty minutes he was readyto go again. He sat at his desk wondering what was going to happen next. He hada feeling something was going to happen but he didn't know what orwhen. When Julie picked him up she asked how his day went. "Well, I have to get.