Hilda stood to attention, waiting outside the Master’s door, while he caned one of the other young women. She could hear every stroke. And every scream. Poor Hilda!

Hilda stood to attention, waiting outside the Master’s door, while he caned one of the other young women. She could hear every stroke. And every scream. Poor Hilda!

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