You are getting six strokes of the cane."Sally gasped as she had never expected the cane. However, as she got up from Mrs Jones's lap she saw Mrs Brow... hand over a cane. She had a serious look on her face and Sally thought sarcastically maybe she was going to ask Mrs Jones how much she thought the cane hurt.Sally bent over as ordered with her legs apart and her tummy lowered and knew her bottom was stretched out. She looked behind and saw Mrs Jones positioned and with the cane raised.Next. . I think you're..." You think I'm what?" he asked."I think you're handsome," she said, turning an even deeper shade of crimson."You do?" he asked, shocked.Leslie nodded."And are you attracted to me?"She nodded again."Oh my god!" he breathed. "How could I have been so stupid?" You're not stupid!" she exclaimed. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who kissed you, remember?"He sighed. It was time to come clean. "You've been honest with me," he told her, "so it's only fair that I be. She kissed the tears on my cheeks. ?Yes, Master,? she said softly. ?I'm counting on it.? And she drew me down the steps into the cabin. She'd been busy. The little space was lined with a plastic tent of decorators' dustsheets, stretched between fittings and shelves on the bulkheads and joined with tape. It could have looked as cold as a hospital bed, but she had added drapes of red cloth taped to the plastic, shaded battery lights and an Ipod playing our favourite dungeon music, and. Although I am quite intelligent, I seldom used my intelligence to get good grades, seeing school as a monotonous waste of time...particularly since I planned to be a mechanic. Who cared about metaphors, geometry, limits, or Shakespeare? So I goofed off, skipped school a lot and got solid 60s, even though my teachers always told my parents I was capable of so much more (which, of course, I was...teachers are usual very good at assessing student's ability).Anyway, while Lisa looked sweet and.