Charles found himself seated between Patricia, James’ wife and Catherine. It was no mistake that his mother placed him there. He always liked Patric...a and believed she made a great wife for James. Her quiet demeanor offset James’ bombastic outbursts but also hid a strong determination. She was not afraid to speak her mind but she also knew when to hold her opinions. She was not the beauty Catherine was and no one ever said she was. Her brown hair framed a pretty face and a smile that could. "Slave 142, as the slave who has gone the longest without punishment, has won the right to be first punisher. She will have 30 seconds to deliver five swats. They must not be less that 7 or more than 10 on SaM's Place Scale of Punishment. Swats cannot be delivered less than 4 seconds apart nor more than 6 seconds. Failure to deliver the punishment within the prescribed range means that the punisher goes to the end of the line, something none of these slaves wants to do, especially Slave. I’d been injured playing football in high school, and while it was usually not a problem, stress brought out a bit of pain. I used a small cane to help me on those days. Arthur, my attorney, said, “Please, do two things for me.” “Name ‘em,” I said. “First, tell me I’m not living in a fool’s paradise, that you really are innocent.” I stopped, looked at him in disbelief, then realized it was his career, too. “Arthur,” I said, “I never touched the little bitch. What’s the second thing?” “Second,”. Great, just what I wanted all of my life, to be a Marine and go fix the world. We got married, at least she would get a tiny check. Tears and goodbyes and be carefuls, and later I was on a bus, off to do my duty, like I had any damn choice in the matter. I could go into that, I won’t. Wasn’t nice, don’t want to. It was 2 years before I got home. Oh, sure, a couple of leaves, lots and lots of letters, everything was fine. Her massage practice was busy, we had agreed that she would be straight.