" Do I really have to?" I asked. "Haven't you spanked me enough? I have learned my lesson." Stop whining, or else you will get eight strokes of the ...ane," Jane said. So they untied me, and then I went over to the end of the bed and bent over it. "Count the strokes out loud, and if you stand up or forget to count, the stroke will be given again," Jane said. I had never been caned before, but I had heard that it was painful. Then the first stroke hit me. It felt like a hundred bees. Steph sighed to herself and thought she might as well get up and get her ass back over to Amanda’s place. She carefully sat up trying to make sure her head didn’t pound much from her nasty hangover. As she sat up she realized that she was completely naked. The costume she had on the last night was gone and all the paint was gone as well. Steph rolled out of bed and stood up. As soon as she stood up she nearly as quickly fell down. Half from the hangover and the other half told her that she had. "Mr. Croix?" Will began weakly, "I can't come in to work today. I have an appointment." Will grimaced, if he had an appointment he should have notified management several days ago."Oh? That's kind of sudden." Mr. Croix asked skeptically, "You didn't say anything about this yesterday." Yes I know, it was a letter from the draft office, I guess they need some people quicker than others." Well at least that was partially true. Hopefully true enough that Mr. Croix would buy the excuse."All right,. Recovering, Quentin withdrew and gave Julia’s bottom an approving pat. “Get on with my packing,” he said. Then he went contentedly on his way to the shower. Julia had truly been used. Used like an object. Like a masturbatory device. Like a blow-up rubber doll. Julia, aware of this, shut the thought out of her mind. It was dangerous to let herself feel resentment. Very. Melissa in particular could sense it and Julia was frequently punished on this account. For his part, Quentin could not have.