Rocky sits on her throne waiting for the heavy caning she deserves. Her ass is pushed out so she cant move an inch. Even wiggling away from the strokes is impossible. Its time for a little protocol. Each time she gets hit she must count, show gratitude, and ask for another. Its not just her ass that gets hit though. Her feet and thighs have to get some too. Her back doesnt escape the torment, it gets the whip. Six cans are brought out for Rocky to choose from. She is to pick three of them. The contents of which are put in a blender. Once the concoction is mixed the aroma begins filling the room. Everyone on set has to smell it. Shes chosen tomatoes, olives, and dog food. Rocky must eat ask much as she can. Shes going to be sick!
