I was pretty buzzed, but I had given some thought as to what was going to happen. I don’t consider myself to be the dominant type into S&M who cause...s pain, or whatever, but I’ve always had my way in the bedroom. I didn’t intend to fuck Monica, but I had other plans. She had never been here, of course, and was checking my place out. ‘I like this place’, she said, not waiting for a tour, making herself at home. ‘Go put that on my bed’, I said, referring to the satchel of what I assumed was my. Fighting like Beshimi or Hyottoko works --but that's all you can say about it. Shinomori Aoshi has gathered fighters from far and wide, but that's all.Shikijou: What are you trying to say?Sanosuke: Every last one of them is strong. So that means he found men to which fighting is everything. But Himura Kenshin is different. The girl, Yahiko, even Takani Megumi... he's surrounded by all kinds of people who love him. The Hitokiri is a thing of the past. He's a vagabond now. He wouldn't fight. Meanwhile, I see them bring Jessica into the kitchen. One of the guys running this party trains me to lie perfectly still on the floor. I'm not perfect at it, but he says I'll do it well enough.After three hours of training, he brings me into a shower and explains that he needs to wash me extra well to make sure I'm sanitary enough to eat off of. I explain that I can wash myself, but he explains that he's been washing girls for nyotaimori for years, and no matter how well a girl washes. The next swish of the cane was harder; it landed with a Whack! on the same place as the first. I sucked in a lungful of air, to expel it with the next swoosh and Whack!, which made me jerk back, almost to my feet. The pain was intense, even through the lycra. My knuckles were white as I gripped the end of the table, tensed for the next blow. I felt a light tap on my burning backside, then Swoosh/Crack!, harder than ever. I cried out, and my hips bucked against the table. Two more swoosh/cracks.