<strong>Candy, at the poolside with Ms. Prideux</strong><br/><br/>I cursed her. Not out loud, but in my head, over and over, as I lay slumped ungainly on the floor. She knew what was on my mind. She knew what was occupying my every thought, and the aches I was feeling in my body. She was offering me the carrot as well as threatening me with the stick, and knew I'd bite the carrot. It was far too juicy a prospect for me to refuse, and the bitch knew it, telling me so, taunting me with the information. With the thought of multiple, pleasurable orgasms filling my mind, I slowly sat back up again into the sitting position, yelping in pain once more as the cane hit my behind, once, twice, three stinging times. I took a brief second to wipe away my tears with my left paw, my vision slightly clouded up. I positioned myself in the sitting pose, taking another moment to compose myself, glaring at her with slightly red rimmed eyes.<br/><br/>I rose up again, much slower than I had before, only raising my paws when I was sure I was balanced, or as balanced as I could possibly achieve. I wobbled again as my paws rose, my breasts threatening to unbalance me once again and send me crashing painfully to the floor for a second humiliating time. I remained knelt up this time, my paws moving behind me, crossing over behind my back, my chest thrust out a small way, my eyes fixed up on this devious, manipulating woman. My tongue hanging out and panting, I held the position with difficulty, wobbling every now and then uncomfortably as I constantly kept readjusting my tentative balance.