Sandy sensed a new attitude in Miss Richardson, an attitude that she was not completely comfortable with.

Sandy was starting to suspect that Miss Richardson had quite a bit of the bitch in her – and she was about to let herself be tied up.

"I don't know about this bondage stuff," Sandy said as she removed her pants.

"It's too late to chicken out now. Come on. Hurry up," Miss Richardson said.

"Okay, okay. I'm hurrying. I'm hurrying," Sandy exclaimed, sounding as if she had just contracted echolalia.

Sandy kicked her panties off. Her shoes were on the floor. Miss Richardson took the Italian girl by the hand and led her into the bedroom.

"You will get on the bed on your back," Miss Richardson said. The tone of her voice made it clear that she was not in the mood to take no for an answer.

"Yes, ma'am," Sandy said with a salute that was supposed to be funny. Sandy could then see that Miss Richardson was not in the mood to laugh.

"I will get the materials with which you will be bound," Miss Richardson said, sounding quite formal all of a sudden. She went to the closet.

Miss Richardson decided that she was going to use nylon stockings to bind the little girl. Luckily her bed had four bedposts at the corners.

That made it perfect for bondage purposes. The second the woman got to the side of the bed she grabbed Sandy by her tiny left wrist.

Sandy could feel her arm being pulled back over her head very hard. Miss Richardson hurt the little girl. Sandy thought her arm would be broken at the wrist or the elbow.

She thought her shoulder might be ripped out of its socket and she let out a sharp cry of pain. Miss Richardson told her to be quiet and threatened to gag her.

Sandy's arm was pulled back over her head so that the elbow was locked in the straight position. Miss Richardson tied the first nylon stocking around the little girl's wrist and the wooden bedpost at the same time.