I started biting my lower lip to keep myself from screaming from the pain. Once again, I felt the ominous light taps of the cane, but this time on my ...upper thighs. Six more hard strokes followed. “I love you, please stop!” I cried to him again. “You only have six more left,” he reminded me. The fast gentle taps turned quickly into the final six strokes of the cane. My ass felt as if it were on fire. Maybe fire would have been less painful. Liu walked over to me and stroked my hair. “Are you. They were looking forward to the party, and had dressed to impress; close friends, their outfits were chosen to complement each other. They had both selected short, colourful, loose skirts; cut well above the knee, they were higher on the left, revealing a tantalising glimpse of the wearer’s thigh. Their tops were tight, and ended some inches above their waist, showing their navels. The girls were quite different in appearance. April was the slimmer of the two; tall, pretty, with long dark. Aside from that, she guarded her summer time very, very closely. “When is it?” she asked tentatively.“First week of June,” the principal responded. “You’d leave on Monday, come back Thursday evening.”Heather’s mind raced frantically. Her parents usually needed her help with harvest. Harvest usually didn’t get started until the second week of June—and even if it started a day or two early, they could probably get by without her. She heard herself asking, “Who else is going?”“Mrs. Duncan, Mrs.. I remembered, and it was a blur between that moment and this moment now as I prepared and sat down, again noting the filth, the green buggers, shit streaks, and dirty limericks. Although they appeared hazy at best, I easily made out one note left in the stall for other's reading enjoyment. I saw letters scrawled on the door: 4 bloody good time, MEAT Joe here @ 11pm. I grinned at that, finding it funny. I had just gotten comfortable, letting the piss drain from my bladder as I'd read the.