Then Grace said, "of course we now come to the little test that we discussed earlier."

"I guess that you would realize that we need to determine if a woman has sufficient courage to compete in the contest before we select her." Rodrigo remarked.

Hannah nodded and Grace said, "Let me help you to get ready."

Hannah immediately understood that 'get ready' was a euphemism for 'get naked'.

The older woman took her coat by the shoulder pads and as Hannah undid the solitary button beneath her breasts, Grace slipped it down her arms. She then turned to a nearby cupboard and placed it on a hangar.

Without any word, Hannah undid the buttons on her blouse and as soon as she was done, Grace immediately lifted it away from her body and again hung it up. Her breasts swung free and her very erect nipples testified to her arousal.

Grace moved quickly to stand behind the now semi naked woman and made to undo the catch and zip at the back of the skirt. Charles motioned for her to stop and to let Hannah do it which in the process caused her to twist her arms behind her which caused her breasts to swing and shake enticingly as she unclipped hook and pushed down the zipper.

Soon her skirt was pooled at her feet and she stepped out of the circle of black material. Again Grace picked it up and hung it carefully.

She stood proudly in her nakedness and looked at them with a calm, almost defiant, expression that was not reflected by the turmoil that was going on in her mind. Henrik looked her up and down and remarked," How lovely!"

Two of the men each took her hand and led her to stand behind the chair in which she had so recently been recently sitting. They instructed her to bend over the back of the chair and to grasp the wooden handles of the chair. Because the back was so high, she needed assistance and instead of letting go her hands they pulled them forward and guided her to hold the armrests.

She could just barely touch the floor with her toes if she really stretched her feet but it was more comfortable to simply let them hang. She held her arms straight which kept her upper body from falling and also kept her head from falling into the seat of the chair. She looked straight ahead with her chin up stretching her neck and, with her breasts swinging seductively below her she assumed a defiant expression.

"She accepts the position very well!" Charles remarked. "I especially like the proud even challenging way that she holds her head up."

"Yes" replied Hedrick, "and I like the way her breasts hang with her nipples swollen and yet they still hang slightly to the side."

"They are nicely pendulous as they hang like that, you could easily tie a rope around each one." Agreed Charles

"Her pussy is interesting." Commented Rodrigo, "even though she has nice big labia, her huge clit still bulges out." She is very wet." Said Gordon. "With her pussy so wet and her nipples swollen, I dare say, that Hannah is looking forward to this."

Hannah blushed with shame as the men discussed her body in such crude terms but her nipples only got harder and her vagina became even more moist as a creamy white juice began to ooze out of her.

"If you would like to scream, do feel free to do so. The hotel has been told that we are auditioning for a movie and to expect some noise." Charles commented with a smugness that indicated that he was proud of this little deception that he had obviously cooked up.

"As I said before, darling," Grace said, "You can react to this experience in any way that you wish and that includes getting off the chair and going home. But if you can lie there without letting go of the handles, then you will earn a higher ranking."

She saw Charles and Rodrigo in front of her so she knew that Hedrick and Gordon were behind her.

"I want you to say, 'please cane me'" Grace instructed.

"Please cane me," the hapless girl repeated.

She heard the brief whirr as the instrument cut through the air before the sickening crack as the wood bit into her buttocks. "Oh Fuck!" she howled as the men watched the flesh of her cheeks shake as waves rippled away both up and down from under the line of impact. The waves hit the firm flesh of her back while the ones that travelled downwards hit the crease between buttock and thigh.

The impact has driven her slightly forward on the seat but despite the pain, she wriggled her body back to its original position.

She lifted her chin and looked forward defiantly as she gasped and waited for the next stroke.

They were cruel and waited for about twenty seconds until they saw her relax her tense gluteal muscles. Immediately, the air thrummed briefly to the sound of the stick accelerating through it before yet another crack of agony bit into her soft flesh.

She screamed, loud and long, this time well aware now of how her body was being chopped into by the brutally thick cane, as again her body was driven forward by the impact. She gasped for air and screamed again as the accumulated pain of the two pair of red parallel lines burned into her.

There was no regularity in the interval between strokes and she had no way of predicting when the nest stroke was to come.

As she lay whimpering after suffering the fifth agonizing stroke, Grace asked, "Would you like to get off the chair and walk around for a few minutes?"

"Yes please!" Hannah replied. The defiant stance had gone and she was looking down at the seat with her hair hanging down the sides of her face. She could see small wet marks on the leather seat cushion from where he tears had fallen.

Grace took her by the hand and assisted her to slide back off the chair until her feet contacted the floor. She stood slowly gasping as the bruised gluteal muscles shifted position. Grace took a fresh bottle of white wine from the refrigerator and poured two glasses.

As she passed the chilled liquid to the beautiful naked woman she said. "Pretty bad, huh!"

Hannah nodded and said, "Terrible!"