”“21 Strokes then. With the cane. Count every stroke and thank me for each stroke. Woe to you if you was to cry out or to miscount a stroke.”“...ne, thank you, master.”“Two, thank you, master.”……….……….“Eiiigtteeehn, t-thank y-you m-mas-s-t-ter.”………“Twentyii-i-one, t-t-t-hnahank youhou mahaster.”I laid my hand on Claudia’s vulva and indeed. She was dried up. Caning Claudia clearly counted towards a punishment.“Claudia, you did well. Hold your position. Open your mouth wide.”I inserted a ball gag. “I understand.” He looked away and began to walk off.“Simon.” I forced him to look in my eyes. “Be patient with me. Let’s take some time and get to know each other better. We’re both too raw right now.”I saw a little spark of hope in his eyes when he nodded. “You’re right. If we did anything now we’d just be trying to fill the hole Sam left.”“Exactly.” By putting my fear into words, he helped to banish it a little. I stood on my toes to kiss his cheek. “Thanks again for checking on me. I’ll see. We reached the room and it was bright and sunny, nice balcony overlooking a small beach with a few people mulling around but not that many as it was all in a very quiet area, my friend was right and I was glad of the heads up.“Feel free to use the facilities Frank, myself and Gary will be mulling around so if you need anything be sure to grab one of us” she said handing me the key. I was amazed at the professionalism of both Sam and Brenda as both had made me feel so welcome.The beer went down. One night I had to work over a few hours but I still went to the same store that I always went to because I liked the set up. I was always nervous going into the bookstores, because I never knew what to expect when I walking In. Like what If I walked into a store and saw someone who lived in my town, how could I explain what I was doing there? Normally I went at such late hours that there would be little to no people there. Most of the time the only cars that were in the parking lot belonged.