No

One of the shirtless men opens the door.

"It's time, Ms. Jennie!"

You wouldn't have been eager to argue with him dressed in your street clothes. Now, looking like a parody of an underwear ad, you just blush, look down, and follow.

The crowd seems much bigger. You try not to look out at them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to our newest performer: Jennie!" the man in the silver blazer announces.

Startled, you look to the side. Mistress Karen is standing there, her toe tapping and a look of distain in her eyes.

"Jennie is a very bad girl--but I expect she will learn rather quickly to behave under Mistress Karen's tutoring!"

The two men walk you over to the frame you saw earlier. As they cuff your hands and ankles, they turn you so that your bottom is exposed to the audience, which also means that you cannot see Mistress Karen's approach--just the click of her heels on the stage.

SMACK!

You cry involuntarily as the first stroke lands on your bottom.

"****, I expect you to count. Every one you miss adds two to your total."

"One." Your voice seems to echo in your head from a great distance.

SMACK

"mm mmm mmm TWO!"