“Ten strokes for fucking around, ten strokes for laughing at my cock and ten strokes for making me fuck that dildo!”So that was how she found hers...lf across the table being caned. She screamed, snivelled and begged and even promised to be good but Richard was determined to see the punishment through to the last painful stroke. “Here!” he said when she stood up, tears still running down her face, and hung a piece of paper round her neck. If she wanted to be treated like a notice board he was. ‘I have to meet Nick,’ I said, shaking my head. ‘Do you think – would you mind walking me to the subway? I’m sorry, I know it’s a pain -‘ ‘No, don’t apologize,’ Drew said, grabbing his jacket. ‘Let’s go.’ Jason appeared to have gone, but Drew insisted on waiting on the platform with me and asked me to let him know when I got to Nick’s safely. I felt foolish and embarrassed, wondering if I’d imagined seeing Jason. My breathing had calmed by the time I got to Nick’s, but I still felt unsettled. I. I did as ordered and my spanking began.Let me just say a frying pan isn't the greatest 'instrument' with which to properly administer a spanking but it served its purpose such that I had a nice orgasm after several minutes of being paddled with the flat base of the skillet. We then had sex one more time before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.We slept until mid-morning as I recall and then it was up to comply with my second duty of making the special dish for breakfast. We went to the. I had no remorse about taking this guy down the way I had planned. I simply made him believe that I belonged there and walked right by him.Inside I did a quick scan and made everyone believe I belonged there. The guys running the place were just as bad as the one outside. I tried making them believe that I wasn't there and they went from being mildly interested in me to completely ignoring me. The room where they kept all the money was in an area of the house blocked by a locked door. Since all.