Charlotte's eye's were open wide as she saw the look on the man's face.  His eyes glowed, he was looking forward to this, to hurting her.  She heard Zachery and looked at him, wishing she could run to him and hide in his embrace.  She shook her head sadly at him, "Zach, please, don't make it worse" she whispered.  She feared Lady Shaw, feared the punishment she was to receive, both now and later.  She watched the man approach.  What had Lady Shaw said, three hits for every scratch!!  She counted the scratches on his face.<br/><br/>1...on his right cheek, 2...near his right eye.  3 was over his chin and 4 across his nose. The last scratch ran over his left eye.  She gulped.  that would be a total of 15 hits.  9 each time with the cat....that was 141 lashes sweeping across her back in the 15 strokes.  She felt sick...so very sick.<br/><br/>Nathan was there, his eyes telling her exactly how much he was looking forward to this.  She closed her eyes shedding silent tears as he sliced her clothes from her.  She felt each piece removed.  Bearing her to their eyes.  She then remembered that she was to be hit only above the waist...she whimpered louder, oh please no.....she was naked, hanging in a dungeon, a young man tied to a wheel watching her clothes get burnt.....<br/><br/>This was some fucked up school.  She couldn't believe they actually were allowed to do things like this....surely it was illegal...<br/>