Ten were already bad enough, she didn’t want to provoke more. She knew, from now on, even the smallest mistake would earn her more caning. Her already large breasts began to swell owing to the restricted reflux of the blood. Actually, she liked that feeling. He glanced at her, trying not to give away his plans by showing any emotion. Inside, he was pleased. Her attire was nearly complete. Now only a blindfold and a gag were missing, then she would be ready for the remainder of the journey. She was not to know where they were going. He gave her the two assets and then decided to go even one step further and hooded her over her gagged and blindfolded face. All she could do now was sit quietly with spread legs and bare, swollen, reddened, clamped breasts and wait. Somehow, her hands went between her legs. Before she could even reach there, he told her to stop it by saying “Twenty”. She was not to please herself – yet, she had not earned it. He told her to put the arms behind her back and cuffed her hands.