She is whimpering and continuing to cry. I remind her that she had best count each whack, and she whimpers out ?Number One Sir.? I respond by saying, ...?Much louder than Melissa. I want everyone down the hall to hear you counting.? She repeats it, this time shouting at the top of her lungs. She is clearly terrified. One minute has passed since her first whack, and I line the paddle up against her ass again.I deliver each whack evenly, striking both cheeks in the center with each whack. During. , then sat at a picnic table to eat. When we finished, the girls cleaned up, and seeing that Ryan was getting fidgety I asked if I could take him to the swings. Cindy said, "Of course".I took the little guy's hand and walked him over to the play area. He was giggling as he tried to keep up with me, his little feet barely touching the ground. As I put him on a swing, I noticed that Natalie had followed us. She wasn't letting her nephew get out of her sight.Natalie sat on a swing next to us. Four years went by and the next thingyou know, Tim and Suzie showed up.As Tim got older, he and I bonded against our sisters, teasing andmocking them every chance we got. We called them spoiled princessesdespite them being responsible for housework that we never had to do.Jen and Suzie hated the way we teased them and it seemed as if the fourof us were always arguing which drove our parents over the edge.Dad was a very successful stockbroker or something like that and heseemed to make tons of. For the chosen ones, after graduation was a one-year period of self-examination. The government granted each seIected student a generous allowance so they could travel and see the world, or perhaps just go up into the mountains, or whatever. The idea was that they would see and experience life. It was a time to examine the world and oneself. Then at the end of that year the decision would be made. Would they become a Skilled Worker or would they accept the invitation and be Implanted.Skilled.