It had been proven that knowing the number of strokes made it easier for those receiving the cane to cope and so not knowing that would increase the i...centive for everyone to behave that much better, rather than risk an unknown number of strokes of the cane. So, they decided between themselves that whilst they were going to give thirty-six strokes of the cane, they wouldn’t actually tell anyone that.Margaret and Linda were both too scared to ask how many strokes they were going to get and knew. Damn, I thought, she must be in one hell of a good mood today. When she returned she bent right over to change the nozzle of the vacuum. I found myself staring at a fat barely covered lump of pussy flesh. I sat up straight, and without doing so consciously, grabbed my crotch, feeling the rapidly expanding cock. After she resumed her work I got up and went to my bedroom where I picked up a little, bent-wire and rubber band sling shot which I’d made a couple of days ago. The ammo for the sling. He pulled me closer and whispered ‘Baby you are so sexy. I’m not gonna hurt you I promise ‘ he said. He kissed me passionately. He pulled my bra down revealing my white breasts with brown nipples.I covered them with my hands and he pulled my hands away. He bent down and buried his face in my boobs. He kneaded one of them while sucking and biting the other nipple. My moans got louder and louder. I took off his shirt and felt his abs. He was still playing with my boobs. He kept sucking and. ”Tiny drops of sweat show up on every single pore on his forehead as I carry on, talking directly to him this time. “Then you just went back to work,” I say. “As if nothing had happened. But you weren't done yet, because you couldn't be the last one the camera saw going upstairs. So you called the kitchen and told them Diana had called you and that she wanted something to eat. You knew it would be Bethany bringing it to her. You knew she would think Diana was asleep and just leave the food.