She looked me in the eyes and said “I cant honey we would be on the street without him plus he would probably kill me”. “I don’t mind sleeping...on the streets” I said but it was clear I had little choice really. To endure humiliation just for a few weeks to keep my Mum happy. Whatever I thought I wont let this bully win! “whatever Mum, does Jasmine know”, “Yes honey, she was angry too but says she will help”. Maybe in retrospect I gave in too easily on this one! So there it was I had to spend. Getting out of the car.... walking up the walk toward the bar.... each new step had taken weeks, but tonight he finally stood at the entrance.The Beachfront Bar was an openly gay bar. A large billboard across the front of the bar advertized a “Drag Queen Review” in huge letters. In smaller letters it announced that Thursday night was “Amateur Drag Queen Singer Night,” Friday night was “Amateur Drag Queen Imposter Night,” And Saturday was “Amateur Drag Queen Stripper Night.” Tracey knew. I got out my tools and picked the lock. I had my talents too. We opened the door and found a ramp leading down into the darkness. I laid the door down on the floor and we went down the ramp to a dock underneath the warehouse. There was a large speed boat tied to the dock. Opposite the boat on the channel side I saw galvanized steel doors suspended on rollers from the bottom of the warehouse. It was all beginning to make sense now. “Maggie, I’m betting that this speed boat leaves. He was tense but aroused at the same time at the prospect of being caned by the schoolgirl. He had always been the dominant character in whatever relationship he was in. Even at home he dominated his wife although to be fair she never physically disciplined. Yet he had often fantasised about being disciplined himself which is why he came up with the idea that the gym mistress was the one to discipline the pupils whilst he watched. So as he waited for Gemma to cane him that same excitement.