I turned around just in time to see her step into a hole and scream. I was scared she’d twisted her ankle so I ran back to her. “Are you okay?” ...I asked concerned.” I think I sprained my ankle” she said wincing in pain. I carried her back over to mom and dad and told them what happened, mom threw me the car keys and told me to get the first aid kit out of the car and wrap her foot up. “Can you carry me to the car Randy, I don’t want to have to walk there later.” Without answering I picked her up. She would barely reach above Kaarthen’s prodigious bust, and her slender for dwarfed her further.When Aimili took a step to get away from them, a fist twice the size of both her hands caught her in the gut dropping her down to her knees. She was allowed to rise again, and kicked forward roughly only to be hooked in the face by another hard fist from the larger women. She tried to crawl away and one of the women stomped a hand as Aimili tried to scuttle past. The beating continued and. It wasn't Clayton's fault, it was Lindsey who had humiliated her in front of everyone. Now Emma's life in high school was over. Maybe she could laugh it off. There were only a few months left in her senior year after all, but Emma knew this day would scar her forever.Emma rested one elbow on her desk and flipped open her makeup mirror stand to have a look at herself. She was a little below average height. Skinny like a rake, and not in a good way. She had skin pale like she had never gone. Test her on the reading assignments, to make sure she learned the appropriate lessons from each.45. Instruct her to keep her toenails painted perfectly everyday, and check to see that they are before bed46. Make it her responsibility to put the toys away after play and punishment, and to keep them clean and neat.47. Reward her by letting her name her favorite scene, toys, etc.48. Call her Your slut, Your pet, etc.49. Have her make a list of the 10 things that make her the most self-conscious,.