I was covered in a light sweat.She put her cool, cool hand on my shoulder proprietorially. She was in charge."Okay, Dan, you're about to receive six s...rokes of the cane. Your safeword is 'mercy'. Please repeat that." Mercy, Miss Fleur," I croaked through a dry throat."If you say your safeword, I'll stop immediately. Otherwise, I'm going to whack your - very - naughty - bottom," she punctuated those last three words with three swift smacks with her open hand, "very - hard!" Yes, please, Miss. She had a cat with one eye, and a dog that had been hit by a car and lost a leg. It seemed every time a stray animal was around it ended up at Funny Face’s house. She would take in sick or injured animals and nurse them back to health. It was not unusual for her to have as many as a dozen sick or injured creatures in the shed in her back yard. She would patiently tend them until they were well again and then turn them loose. Those that didn’t make it she would bury solemnly in the back corner. Lorraine detailed.“You really think so”? Wes was still skeptic.“Hell yeah”. She said. “As a matter of fact, I could even help you”.“What do you mean”? He was getting curious.“You bet, I have a bunch of girlfriends who would be happy to go to bed with you”. Lorrie said very confidently.“Really”. Wes almost got a hard on. Lorrie began to jog her memory, trying to think of her friends. All of a sudden, it seemed; she did not know anyone who was single. Betty, oh no, she got married only a month. My bladder wasn’t exactly empty, I could feel that, but I tried my best to gulp down the water. Bridget wasn’t patient, so some of it trickled down my chin and ran down my naked body, but out here in the heat, it wasn’t unpleasant. Once the bottle was empty and I had let out an involuntary burp, Bridget started tightening the ropes. The pulleys made small, clicking noises every time she pulled, and soon my hands were raised high above my head and slightly to the sides, and there was a soft,.