The scrub brush returns my caning to the forefront of my mind, as its cruel bristles bite at the welts that still crisscross my back and thighs. I sob as Ma'am and the other girl continue at their work.

I was then taken quite by surprise as I felt a nozzle enter my vagina, letting warm water flow into me. I should not have been surprised, yet I was, when the nozzle was moved to my anus. Again, warm water flowed through me, this time filling my abdomen. How to describe the sensation. It hurt, but it was not a sharp pain like the cane or the brush, more a sense of fullness that I could not be rid off...at least until the nozzle was removed, and the water, mixed with shit ran down my legs toward the drain below. I must admit, I was quite thankful when that residual waste too was washed from me.

My heart lightens at the mention of food and drink. I am of course disappointed to find that it includes little more than a few sips from a water bottle, a dry nutritional bar of some sort, and a vitamin, all taken while I stand there, still chained, raised upon my toes.

As the hours pass after my shower and meal, the burning in my toes and calves continues to rise. I am left to wonder only when Ma'am will return.