Often the guys designated to cook and clean each day would stay behind and we (again I, as my g/f is gay and did not do men, but knows that I need to)...were going to give somebody, from 1 to 18 guys, a treat that day. I flicked my hair out, open my clothing up, gathered up my nerves and knocked on cabin #1 Unfortunately, no answer. As I walked down towards Cabin #2 my g/f called out to open my pussy and make sure my coat stays open. Once more I gathered up my nerves and. She tried to think. Was positions the most important or verbal responses, or was it sexual skills that were the most important? There was so much that a slave must learn.Page returned again to her touchstone of truth. "Sir, please forgive this worthless slave for not knowing the answer. I promise that when you educate this slave she will never forget the answer again. Please sir..." Page, what have you taught her so far?" Sir, so far I have taught her how to groom herself and wash her face and. I was on my back and squirming around, still trying to catch my breath.“Are you hurt? Fiona?” Chelsea asked, a little concerned I might have just fallen and couldn’t get up.I couldn’t talk, but I gave her a thumbs-up, still panting and giving shallow breaths. I was gasping and heaving, unable to restrain myself from bucking around on the wooden planks beneath me.“Holy fucking Jesus,” I exclaimed as I thumped my head down on the floor and remained in a prone position.“Wow,” Rebecca said, amazed. When she received that first extra stroke she was reckoning on getting several more if her Mum fell apart, but now things had calmed down she just wanted it to be over with, go home, and rub her bottom. She knew she would get plenty of phone calls from her friends who knew she and her Mum were going to be caned together. She had been quite brazen about it beforehand, although everyone knew that boldness soon disappeared when actually being caned. Olivia’s constant wiggling bottom was proof of.