What the hell just happened," was all I could think. "Damn this is so embarrassing." I got dressed, and washed her bikini top off in the shower and hu...ng it back up. I stayed in my room for the rest of the night. The next morning I got up and made my way to the kitchen, hoping no one else was in there. Debbie was already up feeding the baby in a high chair, wearing another sundress that was a perfect snug fit to her curvy figure. She pointed me to cereal, oatmeal, toast or whatever I wanted for. TheLadder was one half meter wide at the base and tapered to only a fewcentimeters at the top. It was inclined at 45 degrees and mounted on a platformto allow the assembled crowd a clear view. The thighs of the slave werestraddled around the ladder with her ankles chained to one of the rungsproviding an obscene exposure of her cunt and ass. Her wrists were chained highabove her head to the top rung of the ladder. Her tits hung over the sides ofthe ladder. The afternoon sun beat down on her. Although missing the odd limb they helped each other around and generally had a whale of a time. The patient that took most of her attention was a terrible case of injuries by shelling. Walter had been a good looking lad she could tell, but was really down in the mouth when he arrived. Not surprising for a newly married man who should have had his entire life before him but now had a shattered body. She talked endlessly with him, hardly mentioning his present situation or future prospects. The. I said, "I'm not worried about being made to run races for the school. Obviously no one can force me to run if I don't want to, and if they tried I'd just sit down and read a book. The only thing that Dipstick said that matters was his threat to damage my grades. That implies he either has access to my records, or can influence some of my teachers into downgrading me. Both are extremely serious concerns. I will call my mother shortly and explain that I was bullied by a teacher - because.