I will be giving you twelve strokes.”Jennifer hated the cane and knew it would not just be painful, but humiliating as well as she dissolved into te...ars with all the residents watching her being caned, just as she watched them being disciplined when they broke the rules. She was feeling so sorry for herself but knew that she fully deserved all twelve strokes which she had wholly brought on herself. Governess Carson ordered, once Jennifer was standing, “Go and fetch me the cane, you naughty. I would have had a hard time getting a word in edgewise if I tried to. I didn't get to do much talking as we drove but I did reach over, put my hand under her skirt, slide my finger between her pussy lips and rubbed her young slit. She spread her legs a little to give me better access and told me how nice it felt. She had her first orgasm before we got to the resort. By the time we arrived, the weather had improved. It was now sunny and warm. I left her in the car while I went in and. I say 'we' because I was just as in on the deal as Eve's folks, maybe even a little more in some areas. Well, the guy who runs the place, Carl, he's a tiny little shit, smaller than Eve, even. He's in his sixties now, and doesn't dress much anymore, I'm told, but when he does, she looks gorgeous, and you really can't tell. Anyway, Carl has been studying women all his life; how we move; how we act. I mean, more than a woman does; we just do it; we grow up with it." Sounds logical but strange,". 'I want you to christen my new sports car', he said, and again she adopted that quizzed look on her face, 'you mean hit it with a bottle of champagne'?He smiled and looked around, as if looking out for someone, 'No baby, make love to him', he said in quieter tones.Her heart skipped a beat at the thought and implication of sex, 'Are you talking about a car or you'?He smiled, 'This is good', he thought, 'she is comfortable with the idea and not running or screaming ****, I might just pull this.