And like him they were all a bit frustrated at being orderedwhat to do every day and night.The schooling would last two more months and nobody was all...wed leave to gohome for another month. But they could go into nearby city area for theweekend. And the first one had been two weeks ago.Some returned early, some drunk, others quiet. A few bragged about who theypicked up and screwed of course, but the saying lingered in Aaron'shead. "The more they brag the less they did". He smiled at one farm. She had been caned once before and hated the six strokes she got, but had discovered the spanking parties and that she loved caning others, and since catching Miss Hargreaves there, she had happily earned several punishments knowing she was going to be caning Miss Hargreaves each time. So, being faced now with twelve strokes she was really worried. She was quite happy giving Miss Hargreaves six strokes or, like today, even happier that she would be giving her twelve strokes, but now that seemed. "You could change your mind anytime though, I'll be waiting until you say yes and then I'll come and get you and take you back home." He glanced at his watch and realised that he was already late for a meeting. "I've got to dash away now but I'll be back tomorrow. Is there anything you need?"Amelia was tempted to ask for a change of clothes but decided not to. She didn't want any more reminders of her old life. I'll wash the ones I'm wearing; they'll dry quite quickly in the breeze. "I'll see. Thinking logically while sober, I would know that this would be impossible for me as I am extremely ticklish, but in that tent, I accepted the dare without hesitation. It must have been all of three seconds before it became clear that I could not win that dare. So my forfeit, chosen by Karen, was that I should be tickled.As I reacted too violently for them to do this, they sunk spare tent pegs deep into the ground and tied my wrists and ankles to them so I could not stop the three girls.