“You are very rough; you should do it nicely and with love. Why you are torturing my breast, you want to see them, then I will remove bra.” She re...oved her bra and said, “Have a nice look.” I placed each hand under each breast and pressed softly. “Yes, I do like this. It is better than Asha aunt’s breasts. You are beautiful. I am lucky that you are my mother” She said, “Do not waste time do whatever you want to do fast.”I took one breast in my mouth, placed one hand on the other, and caressed. He had a ping-pong paddle stashed in his locker, and he used it to spank any of the whores who got out of line. The technique was to bend a girl over a desk so that her ass was pointed in the air. None of his whores wore panties to school, so all he had to do was flip up the tail of her dress and her ass was presented to him for punishment.There was a scale to the punishment, ranging from 10 swats for a minor infraction of the rules to 30 swats for something major. He had to base this. Quickly he slapped the screen closed on the camera and put it down, muttering to himself “fuck, I have to get cleaned up. It’s late. Trish is going to kill me.”He rushed into the bathroom, only half closing the door behind him. I’d be taking a big risk by coming out of my hiding place but I really had no choice if I wanted to be sure the footage wouldn’t go public. I heard the shower turn on, then saw the curtain move as he closed it behind him. I quietly guided the closet door open and quickly. I drank my tea, wordless as Eleanor read the journal. I could almost recall every word I had written and, somehow, see them reflected in her facial expression. The dread of her discovering my secret mingled with relief that, at last, I could share it with someone.Closing the book, Eleanor sat, silent for a few moments. “The dress in the charity shop.”“I took it back.”“You bought it?”“No! you did. I found it on my doorstep with a card from you.”Her face was unreadable, her voice low. “Maggie, I.