"It's not super warm, but it'll be better than that wet blouse — you could use the confessional as a change room if you want." His eyes swept across...her chest and something flickered across his face.She looked down at herself and gasped. The wet blouse had become translucent and was plastered to her skin, showing the outline of her bra. Her cold nipples could clearly be seen through the fabric.She blushed and stammered out: "Yes, of course." Grabbing the jacket she stumbled in the direction of. What on earth had possessed me to suggest this? I’d never had a spanking before and in my desperation to appease Rob I hadn’t even thought about what he might do to me. I was scared and now anxiously hoping that Rob wouldn’t be too severe; maybe it would just be a hand-spanking?Any illusions of that disappeared as soon as Rob put the cane down on the bed and they flew entirely out of the window when he undid my belt, pulled my trousers and underpants down to my knees and flipped my shirt over. I was about to freak out I was so nervous. He started to stoke his cock slowly while I was looking at him. I couldnt taje my eyes of it as it grew a little longer and fatter. I lookwd down at myself and I was fully hard. At this point I was shaking in my shoes. Here I was late at night 8n the mens room staring at an older man's cock and getting turned on. I guess he knew why I was there. At that point I was afrad someone else would walk it and she the two of us with hard ons at the unials I. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. After about an hour the sound of Angel and her three admirers laughing and staggering into the cabin in an intoxicated state woke me. Two of the guys then grabbed me and lifted me from the bed, stripped me against my struggling and protesting and then proceeded to tied me in a chair and duct-taped my mouth. Angel was laughing at me, helpless in the chair. She pointed at my tiny dick and said ‘See what I mean, how’s a bride suppose to get.