I hope I'm not putting too much on you though." Don't be silly! What are friends for anyway? Besides, I'm going to make a fortune on the TV talk sho...s and then there's the book."Gail glared playfully at Pam for a few seconds before both women broke out laughing. "You know you can't tell anyone," Gail admonished, still laughing."Of course not, you know better than that," came the reassuring reply. "Now get on with it. What else did he have to say?" Not much. To be honest, I didn't want to. He walks or rather half carries me over to his couch in the office and lays me down onto my stomach. I hear him rummaging in the desk again and then he is at my side placing his hand upon my bottom. I wince in pain and pull away. His hand smacks my bottom and I cry out a muffled sound through the tape. Do not pull away from me when I touch you. Understand? he growls. He places his hand on my back side again. I realize that he is rubbing a balm into the assaulted area. It stings at first but. Preparations thus complete, I began with the girl at one end and administered one full stroke, and then moved on to the next and so on, until they had each received one stroke. Then I commenced with the second round of strokes, and so on. I had thought about instructing them to turn their heads, stroke by stroke, towards the girl who was to receive the next one. However, as I suspected, their natural curiosity and fear made them do so anyway. None of them had been caned this hard before and. A lot of places around New Orleans in those days tended more toward rock and roll, country, or the old standby Dixieland for their background music. All in all, it would have made a nice upscale restaurant, which it may have been in a previous reincarnation. But it sure didn't seem like a Walt kind of place. He was more of a honky-tonk, sawdust on the floor, pool tables in the back kind of guy.We sat down at the bar and ordered two beers. Walt was on a first name basis with the bartender, which.