I was beginning to feel the pain now and I started squirming and beg her her to stop and that I had enough and learned my lesson.“I'll stop when I'm...good and ready and not before. Now shush and take your punishment.”She finally stops after about 15 minutes of this. “Stand up and go get your 2” wide black leather belt and bring it back to me.” She said this very sternly and frankly the tone of her voice kind of scared me. I didn't dare argue or plead for mercy as I felt that wouldn't do any good. Perhaps Ninve should talk now," Jen fumed at the memory of her ex."There's less for me to say. My beau got killed in an accident last month. I was Jen's assistant, you see. She told me her plans and I decided to join her. I can't say that I regret it, at least not yet," Ninve chimed in."We've gotten even closer, too, don't ya think?" Jeanette observed."Well, yes, now that you're not my boss anymore, Jen," Ms. Marat winked at her as she drank her own beer."That's good, girls, but the main thing. "Yes, I would." I said and we vanished from the plain.I was standing beside Chris' bed and there was a man in the door of the room. "Mr. Beaker, it's time for dinner." He said.Chris yawned and stretched on the bed as if waking up, "Thank you nurse ... look it's daft to just call you nurse, what is your name?" He asked.The man looked slightly surprised, "I'm Jeff, Mr. Beaker." He responded."Good evening Jeff, my name is Chris, I think Mr. Beaker is either my father or a Sesame Street character,. His flabby lips were shining."Well, yes, of course," he admitted. "I used to do it that way before I got the calculator." You know, Mr. Caldwell, you are a very interesting man," Judy informed him in a soft, sexy voice. She was still holding his hand."Oh, no," he protested softly."Why, you are, too," Judy insisted, letting his hand go and turning to sit on his desk. Crossing her legs, she kicked off her sandals. Then she folded her arms under her breasts and lifted and pressed them inward..