“Well Miss, she was naked, and strapped down on a caning bench…..”“We have an excellent caning bench, Rob. I can assure you that you will not ...escape your deserved thrashing!”I continued, blushing a little as I prepared my words.“She was caned with a heavy dragon cane, in sets of six strokes. She was made to scream and beg for mercy. I believe she was sentenced to twenty-four strokes, four sets of six.”I paused. Did I really know what I was saying? Is this really what I wanted?“Oh Rob, that. ”“Yeh, durned ol’ fool. He coulda bled out, too. How’s he doin’?”“Fine, just fine. We got him some help from a ranch family up-river. Their kids come down mornings and evenings to milk and feed and help him with chores. Truth be told, I think he’s loving it.”“Has a soft spot fer kids, he does. He healin’ up okay?”“Yes. Doc Jameson’s gal, Nurse Emily, sews a real neat stitch. Doc joked that Patch could star in a horror film, but I don’t agree. She sewed him up so neat that when the swelling goes. We left and once again took the short walk to their hotel. As we walked they both had their hands on her bum under her skirt as she walked between them. We got to their room and it wasn’t long before she was stripped down to her pantyhose again and was helping them out of their clothes. They both stood there with hard cocks expecting her to suck them but she said not yet. She then told me to strip off too. I pulled off my tshirt, took off my shoes and then my trousers and stood there in a. This place was very cool. The lights were dim and had an almost old jazz bar feel to it. No stupid sayings or random crap on the walls, just a quiet bar that had class. I sat at the bar and noticed there weren't any other people there except for a couple seated in the far corner. They hadn't noticed I'd come in, too busy making out I suppose. The bartender, a mid-forties looking guy with a decent build and a mustache that put Magnum or the Bandit to shame, walked over and asked, "what'll it be.