For almost 4 years, weekends would always be special time, whether Mother, my sister and I were at home together or whether I was there with either of... them. The dressing was just what I did, evenings were always rather easy but the weekends much more intense.A typical weekend would start Friday evening when I returned home from school, straight into the bath, made myself as clean as possible and then into the clothes I had laid out before I went to school that morning. Nothing too outlandish,. .” She stopped just as suddenly as she started. “I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? You might not even want to—”I cut her off with a kiss. Not one of our passion-filled nuclear fires, or even a slow, simmering lover’s kiss. This was something deeper. Something more. It was as if, in that one kiss, our souls connected. As if we were communicating on some heretofore unknown level. I understood her because of that kiss. I understood her hopes, her fears, her dreams. And she understood mine. I. Her back was on fire and especially her ass.“Go bend over this chair,” Ms. Brendan said pointing to a wooly chair, as she picked up a tin can. Donna complied, and she felt Ms. Brendan apply some salve to her back.“I used a flat whip, and did not hit that hard. So no markings are left, just some red painful stripes which will disappear in an hour or so.”“Will you obey me from now on, Cutty?” she said as she grabbed the still softly crying Donna.“Yes, yes, I will Ms. Brendan,” she replied.“At. The lights were out all night and had been since the automatic function turned them off around 10pm, which was a normal setting for me. The lights would therefore come on at 09:00, which in normal circumstances would leave me two hours to ponder my release until the cell door auto release system opened at eleven. This morning would be different as the lights would still come on at 09:00 but the door wouldn’t open until Erin returned to release me.On that particular Sunday morning, the lights.