Another snippet from Izzie and Nick verse.
Q is for Questions
"Were you spanked as a child?"
"No, got a lot of yelling. I danced since I was five. I think no one would ever touch me out of fear of visible bruises or marks."
"So, when did it start?"
"My ballet teacher had this vicious bamboo cane that everyone was scared of. We never knew if these stories were true or just stories to keep us in line. Until one day, just before the recital, I could get my plies right, and he told me to stay after.. after."
"How old were you?"
"Old enough. It was horrible, but I was more scared that the next day everyone will see the marks. So for the recital I changed the tutu to a long skirt. He said that he will spank me again and cane me for changing the skirt, right after the recital. I don't know how I could dance, knowing of what was coming, but it was my best performance ever. And after..."
"Are you sure you want to continue?"
"At first I thought I will die, it was so unbearable, I was still very sore from the spanking he gave me before the recital. And then I reached the point when... I didn't want it to end."
Nick holds his breath, afraid to interrupt her, but his treacherous hands hug her tighter, and Izzie speaks again.
"He never touched me again. I turned to Mister Hairbrush, he was very handy and accommodating, as you can imagine."
"What about Aldous?"
"Not today, Nick. Aldous is a bone fide sadist, and I'm not a masochist, not exactly. But I asked Aldous first, not the other way around. That's all you need to know."

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