"You used to be a man, and that is a fact," she continued, in a whisper."What are you talking about?" I answered, trying to remain calm."Your mind has...been altered, you don't remember anything, do you?"My puzzled look must have answered her question."The boss has been after the perfect PA to see to his "personal needs".I was his PA for a time and lets put it this way, I wasn't all hewanted. I found his sexual appetite appealing at first, but it soonbecame too much. It was soon clear that most. It took some of the pain away to have my thinking off the pain for a while. "So can you run in the Olympics?" I asked."No, but I can outrun you right now," he said."That is true. So where you living while you are in town." I asked."A motel out at the interchange about five miles out of town," he said "Why?" Well I live in a motel and nobody is using my room right now," I said with a smile."Oh well, I'm not on a per diem. They pay the motel directly. So let them pay," he said."Right," I said. ”“Has he been abusing the servants?” Lord H enquired.“No,” she replied, “But a reliable source tells me he likes to have some common trollop dress in mourning black and then he whips and sodomises them.”“Good God mother, in black?” Lord H laughed, “Perhaps you have an admirer! What say you Hanson?” “I should thrash her within an ounce of her life given a half chance my lord,” I explained.“Capital, capital!” Lord H laughed, “Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no mistake. Thrash Mama. She would. ”“Shan’t!”“‘Shan’t’? A British schoolgirl? And a sassy one, to boot. Come here! Now!”“Shan’t ... Owww!”“Oh yes, you shall. Pigtails are as useful as reins. Now, let’s get you over to the table ... Bend over.”“No. Ow!”“Now that you’ve nicely bent over ... say, that grip on your arm doesn’t hurt, does it?”“Yes, it hurts.”“‘Yes, it hurts’ who?”“Yes, it hurts, sir.”“That’s nice. It’s supposed to hurt. Now that you’ve nicely bent over. let’s just clear the field ... No panties.”“Knickers.”“That’s.