I soon found that wearing the bra and panties to be natural and comfortable. Uncle Charles said they helped my posture too. At around six o'clock we w...nt inside to shower and change for dinner. After I'd showered I put the bra and panties on again under my shirt and jeans. It just seemed the normal thing to do. Uncle Charles looked stunning. He wore skin tight ski pant that hugged his thighs and clung to his bottom. I was again mystified by the lack of any bulge in the front. The fit was smooth. .. I can't imagine who would do such a thing," he smiled faintly, looking to Melinda whose face remained unchanged."Marcel, what of Martin?" asked the older woman."Sadly, he no longer has an interest in her. He has demanded his training payments returned which I am, of course, obliged to do." Then... ?" began Melinda."I am afraid, Emily, that you shall have to be sold. We have a great deal invested in you and while I am sure I will take a net loss, I must recoup as much of your training. It took a fearful amount of self control to hold still whilst being subjected to the agony of the cane lashing one’s buttocks and thighs but it had to be endured for any attempt to squirm away, flinch or otherwise attempt to avoid the full impact of the stroke would invariably be penalised by the award of extra penalty strokes. Likewise taking one’s hands off the chair, allowing one’s legs to buckle and any other alteration of position would be penalised. Silence was not required. Indeed it was. Thewoman who had excited him enough to risk what he was about to do hadaffected him strongly; he wanted to take her as soon as possible, hismember was so hard that it was uncomfortable in his pants. He would takeher quickly in the kitchen and then they could retire to her bedroom forthe rest of the evening's entertainment. he thought to himself.The predator heard her high-heels getting louder now as she approached thekitchen door and his drunken mind reflected on his last glimpse of herbefore.