"So what happens now?" I asked a little aggressively. "You're..." What happens now," a voice behind me barked. "Is that we show young men that our wat...ers are not for filth." I spun to face the other woman walking into the clearing carrying my clothes, my bucket of fish and a sword. "Tie him up."I coughed and protested, backing away and desperate to get away from them. "No. Look, I'm sorry, I'll go away and won't say anything to anyone. Promise." The two women advanced on me, and I scurried away. A few hours later after tidying up my father's office, he came back in a flaming bad mood with a bottle of whisky in his hand. He looked at me and yelled at me to get out and I scurried away quickly. Tears forming in my eyes. I heard voices coming from the ballroom so I quietly wen to the door and peeked in and saw the handsome dancer, Enrique, practicing with a pretty redhead in a pink leotard but he was getting irritated with her. "You're doing it all wrong, Sylvie!" The redhead threw up her. "Forty today" He says; his only words to me today. He moves to my left.I nod, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I hear the hiss of the rattan crop through the air, and the crack against my skin, before I feel the burn of the first cut on my ass. I throw my head back but manage to contain my scream.He waits for the burn to subside, a few seconds and then "Crack" a second cut on my ass. I stifle a whimper. A pause, then a third strike, I whimper again. It will get much, much worse. A fourth,. She had even gave me a blow job whilst he snored away one early morning.The following evening marked the last night for several people so there was an extra party vibe in the hotel pool bar and we were all a little more drunk than normal when we went to bed. I woke at what seemed like dawn, as it was just getting light, to the sound of snoring closer than normal and when I looked behind me I realised Kevin had, presumably following a bathroom visit in the dark has gotten onto the bed I was.