Chapter Thirty-One
“I didn’t want to fill your stomach. Your experience in Bangkok should tell you what happens when you’re caned with a full tummy.”
The morning interview was abruptly ended in the telling of my vulgar act and the description of my feelings in m**********g before my stepsister. A parsimonious spoonful of scrambled eggs was summarily offered and then the hissing sound returned. Within moments, the tray was taken from my lap. Thereafter the cycle began again with Mae Lee dutifully tending to what I supposed was perceived as my only needs... water... urination... temporary release... hour after hour.
Miss Denise now explains why I was denied more sustenance as I find myself shaking spasmodically. I lie on the whipping bench, once again secured only by a leather strap aroun
