“Like what?” asked the fourth voice, sounding curious.“Well, the stupid trivia night for one. It took me two hours to wash the fucking marshmall...w shit and caramel goo out of my hair.”A few others whispered their complaints about the difficulty they too experienced cleaning up after that night when a fifth girl exclaimed, “So what! The extra tutoring and other bonding activities have really helped me. Hell! I’m passing algebra now. Even my mother can’t believe how well I’m doing.”“And that is. There was a slap and her hand moved away."I did not give you permission. All you were here for is to administer a simple punishment of spanking. Since you seem unable to control yourself go and kneel in the corner over there. I'll do it myself. That way I know it will be done right. I'll deal with you later after I send toy home."And so began my ordeal. I had to count the strokes, say thank you and ask for the next one. By the time I had received all twenty-four my ass was on fire but I had. That is unless it was raining. Then we got a poncho made from a garbage bag. But any time outside was fine. It gave you a break from the noise of the jailhouse. Which was constant, loud, and vulgar.I was sitting in the common room of the pod watching an incomprehensible tv show. It seemed to be about various groups of people arguing about the parentage of an infant child. Apparently, it involved screaming and yelling, calling other people names and insulting them, even to the point of physical. Thank goodness for Melatonin.I was awaken, showered, took one of Pablo’s tablets, cleaned my ass and lubricated it. I didn’t need to lubricate my pussy, it was in overdrive thinking about what I was going to do and in front of an audience. I was pleased with the money I would be getting. As I have already suggested to you - I would have done it for zero remuneration. I was going to live out my second life here. A slut. Even a posh one like me is still a slut.What I didn’t expect was there was a.