She reaches into her pocket and draws out a heavy, dark object. It is a key. A key from whose loop hangs a silken cord with a trio of beads; two of go...d and a central one of rare lapis lazuli. I recognize it immediately; it is the key to the Lapis Chamber. My eyes widen as she hands it to me, I can barely contain my joy.“I am commanded to tell you that you are to return this key to the office of the House Steward by dawn tomorrow.”I take it from her, promising her that I will. She does not add,. “One Sir,” she added, perhaps knowing that failure to do so would mean the stroke didn’t count. Placing the cane a little higher on her buttocks, I focused on a gap between two of the earlier strokes she’d received. Drawing it back for the second stroke I brought it down briskly and as the cane met its target Debbie once more thrust back her head, simultaneously arching her spine, as she cried, “OW-AH-OW....OH……..BLOODY, BLOODYHELL.” As she fought to recompose, my eyes traversed her buttocks. McCann was pounding my helpless pussy with his massive cock, but this was different. Coach Pryor’s fingers were moving around inside of me, finding places nobody had ever touched. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. “Oh God Coach… I’m getting close,” I groaned as her tongue began spinning around my clit like a top.“Mmm hmmm,” she moaned into my pussy, letting me know that she wanted me to cum.Then she mashed her tongue. I used to be Lance Wilcox. Now I was Lisa. JustLisa.The work was idiotic. Wearing smocks over our dresses and petticoats,we spent six hours a day silently hand-stitching strips of ruffled laceonto the seats of white satin panties. Three strips per panty. Sewingmachines would have been vastly faster, but being forced to sew by handwas more humiliating. Each panty we finished was a dollar off our debtto the store. Every mistake we made added a fine to our debt.We spent another three hours a day.