As they drove by he saw at the head of the path, a wood sign that said, ‘Nude Beach’. His eyebrows rose as she pointed it out to him, seeing it as...well. The waiter didn’t say anything about this. They laughed nervously, making a joke out of the waiter’s omission. Neither of them wanted to be the one to express interest, although both were deep inside.Before either had a chance to say anything further, they came upon an opening that appeared to be a small parking area off the road. This matched. Already I could feel the warmth of the fireplace. I was in excited anticipation of the hot rabbit stew I had planned to hearth cook in my cast iron. There were no utilities. The hearth was the only means of heat and cooking. It was a perfect setting to finish my novel. As I left the wooded path into the clearing, I could see my cabin. Curiously a flicker of fire was apparent as it bounced through the old windowpanes. I tore these windows off an old rundown church down the road and installed. Then I took off my goggles and rubbed my eyes. But she was still there. She was in a yoga pose, one leg tucked under her; the other bent uncomfortably and tucked into the crook of her elbow. And she was naked.Ok, at seventeen, I'd looked through my share of Playboys and Penthouses. I'd even gotten an eyeful from a former girlfriend. But this wasn't a small-breasted sixteen-year-old, or a two-dimensional piece of paper. This was a full-breasted, pale skinned adult female. And then I realized I. Now.”It was pointless to try to deny it, if Anthony wanted to cane her, he would. If she refused she would never see him again. She had to obey every whim and question those whims only when it was part of the game, usually she got a clue as to when it was a game.“ Yes Sir” she said beginning to unbutton her shirt.A caning from Anthony was something of a game, it was played-- no -- performed under strict rules. Anthony enjoyed caning her so much that he feared that his heightened awareness would.