I didn’t want to get punished again, I thought as the tears started to fall; I didn’t want to get hit, slapped, kicked, whipped…or…what had happened yesterday. xxx18 Once the bruises went down a little, they would let me go back over to Paul’s house. He might have regretted it at that moment, but I was determined to use anything to get what I wanted. Some things I didn’t understand, and this was one of them. What was going on? The hardest thing I had to do that day was make him stroke himself in my full view while I watched how he did it, and then after a few minutes of that, make him put his hands over mine and direct what I was doing.
