Well, I touched her bra -- and that through her blouse. But she didn't jerk away or anything, she just kept kissing. After that I always tried to cop...a feel whenever I could, even when we couldn't get away -- I'd just slip my hand around her when we were doing the dishes, or something, and no one else was watching. That went on for a couple of weeks, and then we were kissing and I was stroking her through her blouse and Elizabeth asked if I didn't want to get closer. She pulled her blouse out. The blonde's sentence was read aloud: she would be caned - we all would. Twenty strokes against her bare bottom and thighs before being displayed for a full two hours in the square bound in a pillory. Birches soaked in brine stood beside each pillory for any who chose to administer additional punishment. She would endure this at each of the ten major cities over the next two months for a total of two-hundred cane strokes plus whatever the crowd chose to administer after her official. Could her luck be changing in light of her new attitude? She could only hope... At 5:15, Kaija, Allison, and Barclay met at the dining commons for dinner as planned. The dining area was less crowded than usual since most students had either gone out to eat, or had left campus for the weekend.As they walked over to a table overlooking the school's reflecting pond, Allison wrinkled her nose at the planks of fish that sat on her plate. "Jeez, it's not even Lent yet," she groaned. Kaija and Barclay. "Give me as big a smile you can dear and hold it until I finish," saidhis grandmother.As he smiled, his grandmother drew on the outer portion of his lip ashe heard the distinct sound and fragrant smell of hairspray near hisleft ear as Beth was tugging his hair upward. He felt her pull his headback now a little as he could feel the heat near the side of his headand hear some odd squeaking, as she would release her tension everythirty seconds or so before repeating to apply her hairspray..