Get her hammered? I played all three scenarios in my head and a few more high risk ones before settling on using a mixture of all three if need be.She...was the last one to arrive on Friday night, a good twenty minutes late, clearly trying to avoid any alone time with me. The look on her face when we first made eye contact showed just how nervous and anxiety-ridden she was about our secret coming out. I realized then that she felt she was to blame and knew that blackmail was a viable option if. But overall this meant a larger canvas for his art.For the Head was a devil of a caner. He kept himself fit, so the last girl would get the same force as the first. He selected his weapon with care. Just the correct tyep of whippy but powerful cane for the LastInLine. He took up his stance behind Alison and drew back the cane. Thwaccckkk! A sweetly delivered stroke. Alison screamed and clutched her bottom. "No girl - you must not do that. I know you have never been caned before, but if you. -hmm…so, who are we? Lovers?-I had no idea. I just look away. He stood up and went into the bathroom.-you seem like have washed yourself already…my bad-He went in saying that.While he was inside there, I got dressed in the sari I wear to go back home. Now I am gonna sit and wait till it is time to leave.After he came out, he looked at me happily. He said,-wow! You are incredible! I feel like having…--…wait! Not now. I gotta go back home. We shall come together sometime later-I said, objecting. Not yet, almost but not yet. Any minute now you'll be a complete person again, she told herself. The anticipation was about to drive her wild. "Let him out of there!" she was shouting. Everyone seemed to be moving in slow motion. "Please!" Michelle?" It was Gary and he sounded great but surprised."Gary! Oh someone let him out of there!." she pleaded. "I'm here Gary." She tried to see over the head and shoulders of the guards but she was too short to see him standing, fidgeting nervously behind.