<strong>Lily with nervous Nelly</strong><br/><br/>Lily could not believe her ears, eight lashes! For what? She really was starting to wonder if anything she did was right. She felt like this little puppet if she turned left she was wrong, if she turned right she was wrong. She was starting to think no matter what she did she was going to be wrong for doing it. At least with the beast Vern she knew what she was getting but with her master, she was always kept guessing if she was right or wrong.<br/><br/>They the teacher delayed, and delayed, and delayed. Lily stood there firmly gripping the bar, it was obvious the Trockbottle did not want to really punish her. He had praised her for doing the movement, then started debating how many lashes she should really get. She couldn't see the men, but she could tell by the silence, Tsade wasn't happy with either of them now.<br/><br/>The waiting ended with the crop striking Lily. It wasn't that bad, but then Tsade asked if it was a warm up, he expected the strikes to be harder, and soon he wasn't disappointed. Lily lurched forward with the rest of the strikes, tears welling in her eyes. Not from the strikes, but from the thought she was being punished for something she didn't think was wrong.<br/><br/>Once she was done, she stood up and moved to Tsade. She did not avert her eyes, instead she looked straight at him. There would be words when they got back to his room. This time, Lily was not going down without defending herself.