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I don't know what you're talking about, but I don't know what you're talking about.

Nicola, do you understand why you're waiting here?

I understand.

You're here because I want to inspect that everything is as it should be.

It's come to my attention that over the past few weeks you have been placing fingers inside little holes that shouldn't have been placed.

Is there anything you want to say about that?

No.

You're a liar.

No, I'm not.

I've seen you.

Two other people in this house have seen you.

Quite frankly, your behaviour is nothing short of a disgrace.

Stand up.

Take off your shoes.

Put them back on.

Stand on the chair.

Do you understand what happens to you if I find out that you've been masturbating?

No, I haven't been.

When you break the rules in this house, what normally happens to you?

I get punished.

My views on what you do with yourself and my opinion on that is important.

Isn't it?

Yes.

Turn around.

Take off your skirt.

From what I see here, you've had more than one occasion where you were being thrashed this week.

In fact, this month, haven't you?

Yes.

Turn around.

Put on your skirt.

Again, so get on top.

Faster.

Tiffany goes right off.

That was stupid.

Step down, pick them up, give them to me.

Get back on the chair.

How do you account for these things?

What do you think?

I'm a liar.

I'm blind.

I wish I knew that.

Open up your buttocks.

Wider.

Isn't it a humiliation for you?

Well?

Yes.

Guess what?

Yes, sir.

Stand up.

Don't pull the skirt down.

Sorry.

Guess what?

Put your hands through the chair.

Grab the chair, the size of the chair, as far as he likes.

Wider.

That tells me that you've been playing with yourself in there.

What happened?

I haven't done anything.

I certainly haven't been down there, have I?

So Milly has.

And considering that we never allowed guests in this house without my invite,

that leaves only one person, doesn't it?

Who do you think that could be?

How do you tell Milly?

Get the head right down.

Right down.

He likes wider parts.

Because it certainly wasn't me, was it?

No.

No what?

No sir.

I'm starting to hear some sound from you now, aren't I?

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Ow!

Wait there.

Don't move an inch.

Hear me?

Yes, sir.

I'm going to be sure that you never again decide to touch this in the wrong way.

Why did God give you a giant?

What do you mean?

Very clever.

Why else?

I don't know.

For regular volume functions.

Not!

So you're putting fingers up there.

Disgusting.

Can you stand up?

Stand up a minute.

Put your feet together.

Turn your face around.

Take off the dress.

Are you nervous?

Yeah.

Something you should have thought about before, wasn't it?

Yes, sir.

It breaks my heart having to deal with you in this way.

Go down there.

Take off the tie-off.

Fold it up.

Take off the top.

One of the sparse breasts.

Why?

You should never question why.

Just understand that it's for your own good.

Do I allow you to wear jewellery in this house?

No, sir.

No, sir.

When I'm finished with you, I'm going to take that off.

I'm going to left it down the side.

I do not want you looking like a slut.

Do you understand that?

Yes, sir.

I care about you.

I'm going to take off the bra.

Come on, sweetie.

We're nearly there.

I'll help you.

Do you feel your breasts?

No.

Never feel your breasts.

No.

You're lying about that as well.

Put it back over the chair.

The legs are crossed.

Wider.

Head right down.

Now you begin to feel it, aren't you?

I've felt it before.

Put your hands behind your lovely cheeks and keep your head down.

Keep the head down.

I hope for your sake you never put anything up here.

Do you?

No.

Would you like me to clean your hands?

No, sir.

I bet you wouldn't.

Move this away.

Brace yourself.

I'm going to take off the bra.

Not quite as arrogant now, are you, lady?

No, sir.

Hmm?

Well?

No, sir.

Does something want to happen?

I'm sorry, sir.

I mean, now we have an apology, but I don't think it's sincere.

How would you like it if everybody else was to put the fingers up there?

I haven't.

There's still much better to accept.

You admit that you, the thing, is behind your own body, aren't you?

There.

Right there.

Do you need a moment to come close yourself?

Now, would you like to put your fingers in your vagina?

No, sir.

Are we ready to admit what you've been doing to yourself?

Yes, sir.

Good luck.

And why did you make me go through the whole stage of thrashing you in the way that I have?

I don't know, sir.

Answer me!

I don't know, sir.

It's for that very reason I'm okaying you.

Stand up.

Stand on the chair.

Put your hands on your head.

Wait for me to return.

Don't move.

Will you stand?

Yes, sir.

This, believe it or not, causes me much, much, much more pain than you can imagine.

And the half as much pain as you're about to get in the next 15 minutes of your own life.

Turn around.

Do you recognize us?

Yes, sir.

I get the impression by your attitude that you're somewhat arrogant, even now.

You don't show any remorse in your place.

You don't even seem to be any great with your parents.

That tells me that there's something not quite right or I'm not doing my job properly as a person who is responsible for your care.

You hear me?

Yes, sir.

But you don't understand, do you?

Really?

Yes, I do.

Hmm?

Yes, I do.

Look at the legs.

Do you want to touch this now?

No.

Do you have a message to me that you have touched it?

Stand off the chair.

Stand off the chair.

Move the chair away.

And then legs apart.

This way.

Mind it.

You're lucky I don't thrash you there with a rock.

You're lucky I don't thrash you there with a rock.

Not good, is it, for you?

Yes, sir.

Do you need anyone else to come close yourself?

Take one step that way.

Stand up.

Put your hands on your head.

Put your hands on your head.

Put your hands on your head.

Put your hands on your head.

Put your hands on your head.

Put your hands on your head.

Put your hands on your head.

Put your hands on your head.

What do you say?

Thank you, sir.

Bye.

Bye.