Liz’s bottom was now high in the air and ready for the cane.This Correction Officer referred to a clip board and then said to the Punishment Officer...“Twelve Strokes. No additional strokes are required. Wilkins is ready, Miss”.Then her Punishment Officer said sternly, "Prepare yourself, Wilkins. I intend to cane you very severely with very hard strokes. You can expect to experience severe pain. You have been ordered twelve strokes by the Court. You will receive twelve strokes. Eight will be. "Maybe we should get changed before we start practicing tomorrow night," I suggested. "That sounds like a good idea," Mom concurred. "Tomorrow night? Do you think we need to practice every night?" "I think it would be a good idea," I said. "We want to perform our best, don't we?" "Of course we do," Mom breathed. I snuggled up to Mom and noticed that her dress, which had been smoothed under her bottom and legs, was bunched up behind her. She was no longer sitting on it. As Mom played, I. ? They holstered their weapons behind their backs and once again constrained Eric. They soon disappeared into the hallway towards their next destination.--- It was a cold and cluttered workshop. He recognized the tools as part of smelting and welding, including a variety of blowtorches and hammers. A well-toned woman in a tube top sat in the corner on a stool. She was smoking a cigarette, her eyes intently fixed on a small portable TV on the workbench. ?Mona!? yelled. " I'll finish your ass," he shouted, dragging her squealing and screaming inside. I could her the vast slaps as he started spanking the shit out of her bare ass. The weird thing was that after awhile it started sounding like she was liking it.Finally I moved out of my hiding position, moving around to the back of the truck. My cock was still out of my pants and sticking straight out. I saw a little flower on the floor and bent to pick it up. The little yellow bloom was my sister's discarded.