.but I also knew that was what you wanted..the control. I leaned forward and gently pushed you back. I slid off the bar, took your hand and led you up...tairs to the lounge. I gently pushed you down onto the couch, got on my knees in front of you and began undoing your pants. Your manhood was hard and waiting for its release. I gently pulled down your boxers to reveal the monster that had been trying to get out. Pleased with its size I began to stroke it with my hand, grasping and releasing. Now. Nothing could prepare a novice for the fierce sting of a rattan rod applied with vigour to thinly clad buttocks. But Alison quickly learned that if she forced herself to stay put with no more than a bit of a jiggle the pain would peak and ease back a fraction before the next stroke landed. And somehow the whole thing fell just short of the unbearable.But then he cut her hard and low so that the tip of the cane buried itself in the soft undercurve of the right cheek.“Aaaah!” She jerked up, hands. A moment lateranother chance to hesitate, another chance to back out, to run home toher trusty rubber toys. Peter was stunned as he watched his shakingfingers close over the door handle and pull it open.He scanned the Laundromat immediately. The guy was standing behind thecounter. He smiled and nodded at the woman folding her clothes.Stephanie felt the blood rushing to her face. Her neck seemed to beswelling in the sweatshirt. She carefully placed the laundry basket inthe middle of the table,. ‘When I came to your drama school I thought I already knew it all. Thought I was already the best actress who ever trod the boards. Two school plays and I thought I was a star. And I was shit..’ she savours the word, making it a hiss..’ I was total SHIT! Miss Hedges. And you knew it. And you told me.’ She gulps again at the liquor, feeling the warmth of it burn it’s way into her stomach. ‘ But you didn’t give up. No. You took a piece of rough clay and you made a work of art out of it. You.