Upon entering her large home, set back from the street and accessed via a rambling pathway through the heavily wooded front yard, I wondered if she'd ...ffer me a drink, or spend some time in the living room. She, however, stayed with the direct approach. "Follow me," she said over her shoulder as she started up the wide, winding stairway.What can I say? I followed. Her bedroom was massive and its centerpiece was a large canopy bed. The posts weren't feminine white-painted things holding up. It worked. At eleven o'clock, I pronounced myself ready to try for a 'cure'; a short time later, a small van drove in through the gates and into the loading bay. The doors opened, I climbed aboard, and we left, straight past all the waiting pressmen.At the hospital, I was ushered in and given a white coat and stethoscope. I was able to administer the first treatment quite quickly, to a poor soul who looked more dead than alive. A dreary business, but she thanked me with tears in her eyes.After. I though for a minute about what “it” was but gave in and told her I was on my way, and I left class early. After arriving at her place, I pulled in her driveway, sat there for a second, and though about what might happen. I hesitated when I went to dial her number but my dick pressed send button and within a flash, she answered. My voice was broken but firm as I started the quick conversation. “I am outside”. “Good!” Her voice was full of excitement. “I am just getting out of the shower, I. And somehow the whole thing fell just short of the unbearable.But then he cut her hard and low so that the tip of the cane buried itself in the soft undercurve of the right cheek.“Aaaah!” She jerked up, hands clutching the abused flesh for the several seconds it took her to regain control. Position resumed, she muttered, “Sorry sir, sorry sir,” grimly aware that the words were wasted.“So this is stroke number five for the second time.”She felt the rod measured along the same line of atrocious.