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�Never mind.� He laughed again. �I will take you to school. When you get there, give Jennifer a spanking for making you late. I’m sure it was her fault.�

Paul started to protest and Peter told him, �Son, it’s ALWAYS her fault. And when it’s your fault, she gets the punishment anyway.�

Paul looked confused.

�You’ll learn. Now let’s get going.� Peter gave Jennifer a swat on her bottom through the robe as she headed for the door.

Jennifer squealed much more than the swat would warrant except that her bottom was already sore.

�I see Paul has already given you a morning spanking. Good work, Paul�

Paul didn’t know what to say so he just smiled. �Thank you for your support, sir.�

Peter told them, �OK, kids, let’s get going.�

Jennifer ran back to her room quickly and picked up her backpack. She couldn’t afford to forget it now, being in the program. She hurried back downstairs and met them in the car.

She sat in the backseat and gave Paul the front seat. She was less likely to be seen in the back. �Why exactly do I have to always take the blame? What if I haven’t done anything wrong?�

Paul started to answer, �Well you don’t really have to take the blame if you haven’t...�

Just then Peter interrupted. �Jennifer, do you know what a slave is?�

�Sure, it’s somebody who is owned by someone and has to work and doesn’t get paid.�

�That’s the old way of looking at a slave. Today we have a little bit different way of viewing it. Did you know your mother was my slave?�

Jennifer didn’t know what to say. Her mother?

Jennifer was confused. Her mom a slave? All she could picture in her head was pre-civil war slavery. �What do you mean a slave? She was your wife.� Then it occurred to her she wasn’t asking the right question. �How do you define slave?�

�I am giving you to Paul for a week. I was the one who told Mr. Burns to do that. I want you to experience it. I think it will do something to you that will affect you for the rest of your life. I wasn’t so sure about Paul but it seems that this is a case of a duck being tossed ruthlessly into a pond and left to sink or swim.� He turned and winked at Paul who grinned back at him.

�You can be used however Paul wishes. Your job is to please him. You don’t get to make decisions about whether or not you are to blame. You get punished any time it pleases Paul. You get to do whatever he doesn’t want to be bothered with. That’s what slaves are for. And in return? You are going to find out that in slavery you will find a freedom to be yourself which is more than most people, hemmed in by rules, ever discover.�

She mumbled to herself but she did so louder than she thought. The two passengers in the front could hear her. �But Paul wouldn’t punish me for his own pleasure, he loves me. Paul wouldn’t treat me like that, I just know it.� But she did feel a growing need to please him. No matter what he asked, she felt like she could find a way to do it. She felt two identities dwelling within her, one that needed to please Paul and one who told her she didn’t need to please any man, he was meant to please her.

Peter looked at Paul meaningfully and a clear but unspoken communication passed between them.