Then she was taken to her room and given a Twelve Step workbook, and told to spend the next three hours until dinner in getting as far as she could in the exercises. Rafe promised her that if she didn't accomplish as much as he thought appropriate, she could look forward to a nice long spanking before dinner. Then he locked her into her suite, now cleansed of anything to cover her nakedness, as well as all of her stashes. Of course, she had to check, frantically visiting every place she'd hidden dope or alcohol, but they had been swept clean. In an ironic twist, Rafe had left a note in each stash locale detailing what had been there, and how many spanks she could expect each day of her rehab for each cache of drugs. She counted, and it looked as though her poor bottom was to undergo nearly
