After dinner, as the guests were finishing the coffee, the three girls were called back in. Claudia stood in the middle of them, feeling desperately humiliated.

"Trixie," Tom said reprovingly. "That was very bad, spilling the cream like that, whatever we do, you go on doing it, don't you?"

"Yes, Tom," Trixie said. She was breathing heavily, her tits thrusting up at the front of her uniform. Her hands ware on the fronts of her legs and they moved restlessly, drawing the hem of her dress up and down over her thighs.

"But Luther has said that the usual punishment will be sufficient for now," Tom said.

"Ohhh, yes, Luther, thank you, Luther," Trixie gasped. She breathed even harder, and her hands dug into her dress, twisting her stockings as they dragged over her thighs.

Claudia felt her head swimming. Whatever was going on?

With a grin, Heidi got up and walked over to a closet in the wall. She opened it and took out a thin cane. It was about four feet long and so thin it trembled in her hand as she brought it back to the table. Trixie gasped as she saw it, and Claudia saw her lick her tongue over her lips as she stared at the thin line of wood.

Claudia risked a glance around the room. The men were all tense, waiting. One of them actually trembled with excitement. The atmosphere in the room got hotter and rank with sexuality.

Heidi went to the wall and dimmed the lights, except for one that shone on Luther in his chair. He sat there, a wide grin on his face.

"Get Luther ready," said Heidi. She stood several feet from the chair, tapping the cane in the palm of her left hand. She too was breathing heavily and her eyes were fixed on Trixie as the blonde went to the chair.