MIRIAM<br/><br/><em>Thirty-four seconds?</em>I was disappointed. It seemed longer. I'd have to make do with that.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Right girls, eat up. Today's programme starts in the stables, and you know you'll need your strength for that. Miriam, Arnold, have you anything to add?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I didn't speak for a few moments. My rule of 'no noises at the table' looked like it was being tested as Roger's hand went - well I could guess where it was working away. The combination of Roger's fingers and having to sit on a silicon replica of his nine inch prong would make me make a few sounds, but Cecily's training was progressing well. She may not even be aware of it, but she was developing nicely already. Keeping silent with something that big pushed up into your womb was a feat in itself, let alone to calmly eat breakfast. I should get vibrating ones installed, that would make things even more of a challenge for the poor dears.<br/><br/>I finished my scrambled egg on toast and dabbed at the corners of my mouth with a snowy white napkin.<br/><br/><strong>"Tiffany will be busy for a while, Cecily. She won't be staying in the dorm for some time."</strong>I spoke of Titzilla in the third person right in front of her face as though she wasn't there, just to rub it in.<strong>"That makes you our senior girl. Take care of Claudia for me. And <em>obey my instructions in the dorm concerning her</em>. Other than that, you're Dorm Queen. Have fun."</strong><br/><br/>I finished my juice. A maid cleared my things away. As she bent to work at the table her tiny ruffled skirt lifted at the back, exposing the lower parts of one of my favourite places on a girl. I patted her bum through her silk panties and gave her a playful spank when she departed.<br/><br/><strong>"But that means the thirty-four seconds late punishment now falls to you. Tits will get her own wake up call, so I think it's only fair I delegate the suffering a little. I'll give you a choice. You can take my cane on your own body thirty-four times, or, being in charge, you can pass on as many strokes as you want to Claudia. I'll cane you. You will cane Claudia. Your choice darling."</strong><br/><br/>I smiled at her in a kind matronly way,<strong>"You may speak, dear."</strong>