When I was about to return to bed, I noticed that all the empty spaces were filled, and all the girls were sleeping again!Oh, well, I needed some brea...fast anyway.Once in kitchen I noticed my mistake. As soon as I get there all the girls who already were there became silent. Yes, I was still naked. Then someone at back of the room started giggling, and it just did not stop.The Madam rose her eyebrows when she turned to me and said,"You know, if you want to start working for your living back. . how long had she been here, anyway?With no clock and no working windows, it was hard to say. She presumed she'd been dozing off continuously in the darkness as well. Wait, her meals, he had force fed her that dog food three times now. That meant it had probably been a day, give or take, which meant it was Saturday night or Sunday morning. That's right, it was Friday night when he took her. She had forgotten that until now. Could that possibly have been a coincidence? Given the weekend, it. I opened the piece of paper and read the instructions as obviously written my Mrs. Jones. The instructions indicated that I was to arrive at the suite no later than 6:45. I was to remove my clothes in the hallway, save for my heels, and place them in a lock-box that would be sitting outside the suite. Once my clothes were secured, I was to use my passkey to enter the suite. The note indicated that Mrs. Jones would be waiting for me inside the suite and if I failed to enter naked, she would. The third CRACK brought a louder, "Shit, oh fuck," from Carol whose whole body seemed to tremble and Duncan smiled as he watched the third red line appear.Duncan went on with the caning and after six strokes, Carol was sobbing loudly and she kept trying to clench and unclench her buttocks to relieve the stinging. Duncan did think of stopping then, not least because he was longing to fuck her, but she had said nine strokes so that was what she would get.He perhaps put a little less power into.