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The jurywoman sat down and one of the jurymen stood. His voice was also electronically distorted, but you could tell that it was a man’s voice. “Tell us, Evelyn, of the earliest experience you can remember of showing domination over another person.”

Evelyn thought for a moment and then began, “That would probably be when I got Tommy Barington spanked. Tommy was the chauffeur’s son. I think I was only 7 or 8 at the time. We lived in a really nice house in a rather secluded area. There was a pool that was part of the back patio. One of the doors off the patio went into a changing room with showers. I had one of my girlfriends over for an overnight and we were going to swim in the afternoon.