Mistress then said the last 6 and these are full on. And Mistress wasn’t wrong. Every stroke was sheer hell. How I stopped myself from swearing I do...not know. But I did just..and then the caning stopped. Mistress announced that I had taken 170 strokes. She asked me if I wanted to go double...Thank you so much Mistress...but no not on this occasion to which she laughed. She began to undo all the buckles and told me to stay put and she would help me up. As I began to get up my legs were like. It was supposed to be psychological and symbolic: the females entering their new lives as slaves on their knees and with their head’s bowed. Jessica opened the door to let number one crawl through. As she did, the other warder reached up with a long, black rod (called a coffle rod in the industry), and hooked the ring of the leather collar from the coffle-train’s first unit. The coffle-train was a series of ten little ?boxes,? the color of blood, which ran along a track built into the ceiling.. ..would she? My time to speculate further was cut short as the customary soft knock came on the door once again. A woman in a white lab coat that billowed out behind her breezed in and spoke to me in a cheerful, singsongy voice. "Hellooo Mr. Shaffly! And how are we today?" She had a dark complexion, brown eyes and black, wavy hair that was just short of shoulder length. She couldn't have been any taller than 5'2" and had a curvy figure, accentuated by full breasts and a nice round butt that. ”Her hand reached across the aisle and patted mine, then held it. Dressed in a summery dress, I tried not to glance at her chest in case James should wake suddenly. I’d gazed upon her many times, several photos stored on my laptop over the years. She didn’t know I was still carrying a torch for her after 14 years, despite occasional flirtatious chats. I had however admitted such to Samantha, and she had lit up when I suggested we invite another couple on our holiday.The bumps and shudders.