Without hesitation, Annalisa parted her legs when Miss Edwards ordered her to do so. This was all for her education, she told herself while she steeled herself for the smack that will come soon enough. It was for the best and Miss Edwards was the best tutor, if she felt like this must be done - so be it.<br/><br/>The smacks from the crop were painful as the beautiful but stern woman administers the strokes against her inner left thigh. The mantra that this was for the best kept her from making a sound as she silently counted the number of strokes. She vowed to herself that she will not make another stutter to the best of her abilities and, if she does, she will try even harder. She will not be a hopeless case and a waste of time for this woman. She’ll be one of the best this teacher will ever have, she promised herself.<br/><br/>Annalisa heard about her flaws in her subject-verb agreement and scolded herself mentally. She braced herself for the strokes that will come and they did come.<br/><br/>When the crop's blows landed on her breasts and nipples for her mistakes on the subject-verb agreements, it took her a majority of her willpower and strength to not cry out.  They were sensitive before she became an Ambrose slave, but now under their household they managed to somehow make them even more sensitive. She did not know how, but they managed to do so and she could feel the effects of it now.<br/><br/>But instead of bursting into tears like many rookie slaves would have done, she – a person having gone through this for long time – stayed strong and kept her face in a peaceful expression. Crying would gain her nothing except more strokes from the crop. Manners and grace will be what the people in the auctions or guests and friends that will visit the how judge her on. She must be eloquent, polite and be able to take this.<br/><br/>When it was over, she listened to what Miss Edwards said and paled a bit. The temptation of street slang would be great and that was what the woman was banking on. Wetting her lips, she took a deep breathe to calm herself before she started to talk.<br/><br/>"I did not know my father," she replied, keeping her voice slow and deliberate to make sure she did not stutter so early in her words. “He died a few days before my mother gave birth to me. I do not know why, for neither my mother or brother would explain it to me, but my brother had always hinted to me that our father’s death was connected to something unsavoury like a robbery of some sorts.”<br/><br/>Annalisa shifted a bit on her feet, feeling awkward that she had to explain her family and past. It wasn’t like Miss Edwards knew, but having to explain it in great detail and speech? It was tiring, emotionally and mentally. She was missing her brother at the moment and was hoping to have a conversation with him after this when all of this was over.<br/><br/>“My mother worked as a prostitute,” she said, keeping her voice blunt and matter of fact on the information her mother was a whore.<br/><br/>To be honest, she never liked the woman and honestly hated her even now. There was no sentimentality regarding the woman who basically gave her life, so she didn’t need to worry about using street slang. She only used it when she felt happy or excited. “She was also an alcoholic and had a gambling addiction,” she said. “I did not know her well, for she was always out of the house in pursuit of something that was not my brother or I. If I have to say it, Louis was my brother, father and mother all rolled into one. He raised me whenever he was not studying or trying to bring in money, giving me the attention and love a little girl would need from her absent parents.”<br/><br/>She said, “I knew the existence of other relatives, but Louis would not let them go near us. He did not like them for reasons I still do not know to this day. He always fought with both tooth and nail whenever one of them came to our home – usually when mother was not around – and demanded of something. Those times are the only times I remember him being so violent and harsh. I never knew he could curse like that.”<br/><br/>Annalisa paused in her speech, taking a few breaths and waited for the approval or punishment of Miss Edwards.