My good hand grabbed hold of my recently fractured one as the realization of my mistake hit me as hard as the fist accelerating towards my stomach, I ...keeled over and despite the sudden burst of pain, I felt a slight twitch of jealousy at his better choice of target. That, however, didn’t last long as I was hoisted up by my shoulders, by two unseen pairs of arms and leaving me on my knees. My head risked a look up and was rewarded with an open-palmed punch crashing against my nose. My vision. .." His penis?" Yes" her fare skin was turning red "I could see an outline of it in his pants. I quietly went back to my room and then I... touched myself. I imagined it was me that made him hard, that it was my hands touching it, my lips pressed against his."I could feel myself getting hard at her de***********ions. I don't think she'd noticed yet and I tried to act calm. "Are you hoping to try that for real?" I asked cautiously."Yes, I think so" she nudged herself closer to me, an expectant. “I had such a nice time today,” Shobha said as the game of football ended.“Me too.” Savita began when she caught a glance of a familiar face on the other side of the garden.“Is that Annie?”, she stood up and walked over to her. “She’s my best friend…” She started to say but stopped when she saw the look of shock on Shobha’s face. “I mean a good friend.” She tugged her arms comforting her.Shobha was jealous and saddened knowing that she wasn’t Savita’s only best friend. She left immediately. They all had been humiliated by their Father's mostly at home. Their mother's gave the odd beating which some maintained was crueller than their father's especially if using the slipper or switchAll had tasted the strap/cane at barding school not just on their hands but their covered and uncovered bottomsIt grew out of four from different parts of Ireland who began making new friends, it was a coincidence that all shared they had received their Father's belt on their bare arse as they put it.