“It’s going to be ok, it’s all over now, you’re safe” said Brent as he held me close to his chest. “But for now, we need to take you to th... hospital, you look terrible”“Brent, do you know how Charlie’s doing?” I asked in a weak tone.“No, but as soon as we get you taken care of, I’ll make sure to personally check on him” said Brent with a reassuring smile.“Thank you” I said before falling asleep in his arms.I woke up a couple hours later in well-lit hospital room, and as I looked around the. Marissa focused on breathing with her steps, trying to keep her growing anxiety from tripping up her progress. She could already tell that she was running faster than usual. Butterflies flapped insidiously in her chest, her abdomen, making her feel vaguely sick. It was an odd, not entirely unpleasant sensation. She'd considered altering her route, so she wouldn't go by the Riley house. There were a million different ways to make up the mileage. She didn't ever have to go by that house again.. Jennings knees being spankedhard with a paddle. Even with a thick diaper on it still stung. Shekept me over her knee until I did go, and then made me wear the wetdiaper for over an hour before I was allowed to change it. I was cold,smelly, and miserable. When my mother found out she said I had itcoming and gave me her own spanking for being bad. I quickly learnednot to backtalk Mrs. Jennings anymore and made sure I used the bathroombefore going over to her house. Of course that only worked if. I soon realized that Stevie (freshman, his parents and mine are good friends) was probably wondering where I was because I usually pick him up on the way school. I called up Stevie and told him about my problem and he said it was all right and his mom would take him to school. So, I was home alone. I went into the living room couch and laid down for awhile. After 30 minutes or so the doorbell rang. Wondering who it was I opened the door and saw Mrs. Anderson – Stevie’s mother.“How are you?” she.