Faster than she had even done before, she was showered, her hair fixed and even a small touch of subtle perfume was dabbed here and there at Emily’s suggestion. But . . . But these are my classmates, my friends not some group of strangers. I KNOW these people. They can’t see me naked!! Please, no!!” I’d say that there’ll be 90% chance the principal will be asked to gracefully retire, as that’ll be the only way that the government think will sate the bloodlust. Time to test her responsiveness,” Eli in a matter-of-fact voice. Without any warning Ashley felt his fingers gliding between her already heavily moistened legs and she let out a huge and very discernable gasp which thrilled her classmates to no end. “Wow, She’s really wet!” Eli announced as if that was something unusual. “Another plus towards her final grading score. The higher the score the more valuable her worth at auction.”

That’s good, Ashley. Keep it up. Appraisers and buyers love the look of fear on a new slave. You’ll get a higher score! Veronica explained, all the while giggling her head off.” I’m not campaigning on her behalf. It’s you who assumed that. And I’m assuming from that statement you hope that your life is full of hardships. Or have people make your life miserable. Others, unlike you, try to avoid that as much as possible. Challenges that they take upon themselves are not hardships. Hardships are unpleasant experiences thrown at them against their own volition.

Emily, her best friend put her arm around her shoulder and said, “You do really need to come to this one. Besides this might be the last time we might see each other before we all go off to college or go our separate ways. Rumor has it that there will be a real live slave there. I’m not missing out on seeing my first real slave and I am sure YOU don’t want to miss the chance to talk with her either.” I also recall one time getting a spanking in front of my whole family. I don't even recall what it was over, but I remember my mom yanking me up right in the middle of my family room and in front of my three sisters and my dad, and my mom made me pulldown my own pants for a spanking. I recall her yelling at me to pull my underwear down, but I was embarrassed and I just froze. I was scared but also so embarrassed at the same time, that I didn't know what to do and just froze. She kept yelling at me to pull them down, but I couldn't, and I think that just pissed her off more, then she yanked them down and began to spank the hell out of me. I remember being highly embarrassed and trying to face toward the wall so that I only had to expose my butt to my sisters, but my mom grabbed my arm and just began to blister my butt so hard that I couldn't stand still. I tried for the longest time to keep my other hand covering my private parts, but she just kept swinging until finally I couldn't stand it any longer and moved my hand around to try to stop from being hit by the belt. I was jumping around in a circle trying to avoid each swing of the belt, but my mom just kept blistering me until there was no doubt that everyone got to see every private part of me. At lunch they took their usual place in the cafeteria and engaged in the usual girl talk about who was seeing who and what they were going to wear for graduation under their caps and gowns when Emily spoke up and excitedly asked, “So, Ashley, are you going to Veronica’s party Saturday night?” Therefore, all previous cases of bullying/ragging should be stopped. So such thing as celebrations….Please no wonder Singapore is conservative and criticsed for being so)

Celebrations are up to how it is planned. If not there won’t be the term suprise celebrations. Singaporeans are culturally conservative and not ready for the world like you] A group of Frenchwomen, who had been accused of collaborating with the Germans, stripped down to their underwear, some with heads shaved, as part of their public humiliation. Sensing that Ashley might be having second thoughts and might bolt and make a run for it, Veronica increased the pressure of the grip she had on Ashley’s arm while at the same time offering her reassurance that she was doing fine. “Everyone here ADMIRES you and most girls probably wish they were you right about now.” Hearing those words bolstered Ashley’s courage enough to mount the stage and turn to face the crowd. She wanted so desperately to cover herself but with Emily and Veronica each having a hold of one of her arms that was impossible. She just had to stand there and let her classmates and friends have a good long look at her. Doing so gave rise to even louder applause and cheering and brought the first hint of a smile to her face, though it didn’t last long. Anticipation kept building in Ashley’s mind with each successive contest and each time Ashley wasn’t a finalist to compete for a door prize. All too soon Veronica announced, “At last it is time for our final contest of the evening before we move on to other bigger more exciting things. Will all those who have the number 13 on their cards please come up on stage. Ashley practically screamed with excitement as she had number13! She actually tripped over her own feet as she tried to exit the row of chairs she was in, catching herself before she fell making a complete fool of herself. She was joined n stage by 5 other people. Well,” her mother continued as they drove along on the journey home, “She got that way for any number of reasons. Slaves are now considered property that people can own, buy and sell. That girl may have voluntarily enrolled as a slave and put herself up for auction for sale to the highest bidder, though why any girl in their right mind would DO such a thing I’ll never know. Imagine never having your freedom again; always having to do what your owner wants; never being able to go where you pleased or move where you wanted; never having a job or your own money? You’d never be able to buy something that you wanted even if you did have money because slaves are forbidden to own property of any kind. Doesn’t that sound awful?”

“‘She’s not my sister; not my cousin. I’ll do as I please!’”

ATTN] It is not the point that it didn’t cause harm or trauma. It is the point where people has grown insensitive to others feelings. P.S. it’s said that the principal’s taking action behind the scenes. How true this is, I wouldn’t know, but I hope she does. It’s called damage control, although her defense might actually spring up more of such behavior.