Whilst she dried her face with a cloth, I enjoyed viewing her vast area of naked flesh, surveying down from her smooth neck to the top of her generous...breasts then down the significant curve of her outsized titties to her wide pink stippled areola and bullet like nipples. Tracing down her extensive exposed abdomen, I could see purple stretch marks on her bare tummy and followed the curve of her stomach to where it folded over itself forming a copious apron of body fat. I then scrutinized the. Even though she was not a combatant, she was one of the newest class of ocean going Fleet Tugs and to Kelly she was beautiful.The nightmare continued for Virgule “Gus” Freeman. The rescue mission had been going okay; they had picked up the children without incident and were well on their way back to the States when things went sideways. This freaking hurricane had come out of nowhere ... one minute it was a Tropical Depression and the next it was a CAT1 hurricane.They would have still been able. I was terrified of giving up the slaves and have it all becoming public. I liked to think of myself as a good person, but I had clearly done very bad things or allowed them to be done in my name. I had come very close to having the same thing done to me, but was that really an excuse?After our hike, we went home and cleaned up before heading over to Brenda’s. None of them would care what we were wearing or how we looked, but I felt it was important for us to be clean and look our best.I knocked. The pain burned and burned and I forgot to thank Joanne. She snapped at me, “Don’t you need to say something, naughty boy?” All of a sudden I remembered and said quietly, “One. Thank you Head Girl.” Joanne smiled and took aim for her second stroke. “That’s better Peter.” Joanne then took the cane back behind her head and brought it down with a “crack!” across my right bum cheek. “Two. Thank you Miss.” I replied. The caning lasted fifteen minutes before it was “twenty four. Thank you Miss.” I.