Enslaved Chapter 38
“Back to your desks!” It was Rosalie who gave the command... and Julia and Melissa resumed their places on the hard wooden seats, Melissa could not check a gasp at the contact and tears now brimmed over her eyes. Once again her hindquarters were sore... burning... and throbbing. Simply because someone had decided to amuse themselves with her. Julia was in scarcely any better state, even though her canings had been more spaced out than Melissa’s.“Well, girls,” said the Principal, “you will now...