Rose made me tell them everything about the punishment my owners had given me. There was only the three times really, so I had very little to tell them. The other slaves didn't Like what I told them at all. The consensus among the slaves was that their Masters were intrigued by the punishments. They wanted to try them because they were new. It had also looked fun.

“It didn't help that your Masters looked ready to fuck you in the courtyard," Rose groused crudely sitting on a pillow.

I coughed and blushed at Rose's observation. I hadn't realized my friends were watching.

"Oh yes," she said, "they made us watch. Your Master had to adjust himself and it was plain to see his arousal.”

Inflicting slight pain on me had really aroused Damien. The other men wanted to try it, especially if it was fun. Discipline was secondary to the desire to experience what Damien did.

I spent all morning apologizing, but no one listened. They were too busy fretting.

Christof came at lunch. I was so glad to see him. He seemed to feel bad the other slaves were upset. Although primarily, he was confused.

“They prefer the posts and the General's whip?" he asked as we settled in the forest.

“Of course not, they prefer not to be punished at all. They say the men will punish them more now because it is easier," I explained.

“You enjoy it," Christof told me matter-of-factly. "Did you tell them how much pleasure it brings you?"

I flushed hot at the statement as Christof handed me the bowl. My reaction to the punishment was not right. I wished he hadn't noticed.

Christof didn't seem to pay attention to my embarrassment. He went on to discuss how they had been assigned the road again. As per normal, they spent half the time goofing off.

"Men asked Damien to teach them how to train their slaves. We spent all morning teaching them the right amount of force to use,” Christof assured me.

“Damien taught them well, so they will not truly hurt your friends."

He informed me there were different techniques. Depending on how it was done and what was used, the punishment may arouse. The harsher techniques would only cause pain, Damien taught them Less of that. The idea of actually hurting slaves had galled him. The men had been eager to try the new ways though.

We didn't go back immediately. Christof got two sticks and we practiced fighting for a few minutes.

“You learned well in your time bonded to us," Christof said jabbing and parrying with me.

“Training you will be fun," he grinned.

That afternoon I sat for a while with Rose and Fuji on the beach. I told them about Hannah's Letter and Rose was very happy for me. Fuji wasn't sure what to think. Children on her world didn't have contact with their breeders after a while. However, we all thought Hannah's plan to send me a message had been a good one.

I was obsessed with Hannah's message. Once I was home, I sat and read it again before we went to the bathing hall, as well as, before bed. Imagining my girl carefully planning this message for me warmed my heart.

I was so excited about the letter I almost forgot to be excited about my nightdress. The men had delivered it during the day and Damien made a big show of putting it on me. It was the first normal piece of clothing I had worn in a long time. Although it almost felt restrictive, I enjoyed the sensation of being covered.

As usual I woke in the middle of the night to use the restroom. Once I was done I wandered over to the fire and picked up Hannah's letter. Sitting down on the chaise I traced the marks with my fingers. The large symbols were beautifully done. Hannah wrote very well.