Olivia had explained to her Mum that these six would be worse as well because Mrs. Denver will be watching for when they are not tense and so the cane...will bite much more deeply in to their bottom cheeks. Jenny was determined to take the strokes and not break down in tears. Very determined. “Bottoms out please,” Mrs. Denver repeated, and smiled as the two bare bottoms obediently sat up pertly, as though beckoning Mrs. Denver to cane them, and of course she was more than happy to oblige. She. It's just crazy todescribe but when we talk, you'll better understand. It's like Isurprise myself every time I open my mouth, like there is someone elsespeaking through me. I can't even make myself speak in a low voice, butthe upside is I can sing all the high parts to songs! ;-) Not muchconsolation, I guess.As for my appearance, Kristina, Dr. Therapon, has been really helpful tome. First, we went shopping for clothes that actually fit me. That wasquite an experience which I won't recount. "Annie looked at Charlotte's cock. It was still erect, but no longer iron-hard and throbbing. Honey and Annie's saliva coated the top six inches. She sighed, both with relief and because she hadn't cum yet herself."Look," Annie said. "I'm happy to help, but you owe me one. You're not leaving here until you bury that fat thing inside my pussy." She paused and looked at the row of sick people still moaning and writhing on their cots. "After we help them, of course."Charlotte's freckled face broke. After a bite to eat and a good old cup of tea, Caroline decided weshould start so we went back through to the surgery. I was stripped tomy bra and panties and she busied herself taking notes and askingquestions as she weighed me and checked my blood pressure."That's good. Nothing obvious to worry about in your general condition,and I can check out some of the blood results here in the surgery. Noteverything, but enough for our purposes. First though I must ask yousome questions and it is vital.