. so let's go back a couple of weeks.I first noticed something was wrong when I woke up in the morning with blood all over my face. Actually it was Ai...ee who noticed it first."Ewww," she said, "How could you not wake up with nosebleed like that?" Uhh," I said still mostly asleep, "I dunno."Looking down at myself, I could see the pillowcase had blood all over it, and I had it smeared on my face and my pajama top. Huckleberry Hound looked like he had been ravaged by Jack the Ripper.Anyways, I. I went to the kitchen and took out a bottle of white wine from the fridge. I was going to cheer myself up or drown my sorrows with a bottle or two of plonk. I'd barely finished the second glass when the phone rang; it was Elaine, my bookshop friend. Now I did feel happier. "Hi Ann, I got your e-mail thanks. I just thought I'd check to see if it was still OK for me to come stay with you this weekend. I just wanted to make sure that it was alright with your friend Lena. I must say I'm dying to. He said, ok and went to get it. I walked back over to Angelique and said, damn bitch look over there in that collection jug at how much of your milk we’ve already pumped out of your big fat tits, it’s up to nearly ¾ of a gallon and this is your very first time being milked on the machine. Hell you’re doing damn good Angelique, I’m proud of all that damn milk. She smiled big as she could and said I’m really trying my best to please you baby, just like I told you I would. I said, you damn sure. I told him that we received three strokes on each hand. The caning was severe, making us all cry with the pain.Debbie and Dawn, the other two girls, took their punishment bravely but the tears were flowing down their cheeks as the cane struck their hands with a painful force. The stinging looked excruciating and Susan must have been petrified, waiting to be punished.When it was her turn to be caned, she bravely held out her hand palm up. When the first stroke struck her petite palm, that was.