Finally she selected a medoum weight, rather long straight cane. She took up her stance behind the boy. No practice lunges now - the first stroke bit ...ight in and the boy screamed.I knew it was not use to scream and beg for mercy. Miss Priscilla thrived on the pain of boys. So he might as well scream his head off. And he did. Cut after cut followed, each delivered with precision. The boys buttocks were soon a mass of livid stripes.And then it happened - a particularly vicious stroke landed. ”“I just use some curl relaxer. It makes it easy to wear and I can just let it drip dry if I’m out of time.”“I like your hair,” Kit said. “I like both of your hair.”Nichelle regarded Kit. She glanced at her mother, who glanced at her. “Kit,” Nichelle said sweetly, “a pro-tip: For a lot of black women, hair is a tender topic. Unless you’re another black woman — it’s safer to keep the subject off-limits.”“Understood,” he replied.Felicia smiled at Nichelle. “He don’t make the same mistake twice,. "Mary inquired, "You look a little pale. How do you feel?" In truth, I feel like the luckiest man alive."For Tom, the reception was a nightmare. The two took their position in thereception line Tom shifted nervously from one foot to the other, Maryteased him by saying, "If you have to go to the bathroom remember to usethe little girls room and tinkle sitting down." Mary, this is not funny. I don't have to pee. I am just scared to death."Mary leaned towards Tom and spoke in an assertive manner. You like it here after school when we are alone, you like the way it sounds as you bring your instruments of punishment down on my flesh, and love it even more when I cry for you.I could feel you watching me in class today, making me blush as I thought of all the things you had taught me over the last months. I knew you'd be able to see the outline of my nipples as they hardened and pushed against my white cotton shirt. I also knew that you'd intuitively know I was getting wet...but still you.