D. Diogo was seated behind his huge black wooden table. The heavy green velvet drapes gave the room an air of majesty. Crystal chandeliers decorated and illuminated the room covered in delicate wallpaper. A thick rug lined the center of the room, warming it. Calmly he got up, put his pen in the inkwell, went to a corner and watched a picture on the wall while saying: - Raise your skirts and lower your pants. Something very strange happened to Carolina's heart. A sudden tremor ran up her legs. Surely he hadn't heard the order correctly. It couldn't be... - How are you sir? He turned around abruptly and glared at her and repeated in an already altered voice: - I told you to lift your skirts and lower your pants!! While obeying the order, he could not help but burst into convulsive weeping. - Don't be sorry my face. On the contrary. Be grateful that you have someone who cares about your attitudes and wants to see you as an educated woman. And now bow down. He went to the bookcase, slowly opened one of the doors and took out a whip. He threw several blows at that once pale and virgin ass. When he felt satisfied, he came very close and whispered in her ear: Continue...