Her coffee cup was empty, so I grabbed it and headed to the kitchen to fill it, and to fill one of my own. She mouthed the words 'thank you' as she co...tinued her phone call. I always enjoyed watching her as she handled the technical details of solving someone else's problems. I smiled to myself as I imagined her checking through reference materials to correct the faulty connections in my life. Finally, she finished up the phone call, and turned her attention to me. "Thanks for the refill," she. Every time the strap descended on her reddening bottom, Harry's face registered both pain and an angry loathing in equal measure.Gwendoline decided that something really should be done about it - but what?Her chance came when the pair and their supervisor were directed to a remote part of the facility, where they were all temporalily out of sight of anyone else. As the noise of the leather once again rang out its crisp staccato crack, this time on Gwendoline's rather appreciative hindquarters,. I was prepared to get fired not get asked a question like this. I was too stunned to speak. I felt my mouth open then close again repeatedly. “She’s beautiful,” I heard Ashleigh whisper. I turned to look at her and her eyes were filled with desire. I felt my pussy clench again. “You lost your voice with that kiss she gave you, Laura? I asked you a question,” Jason barked making me jump back into the situation. I shook my head again. “I thought it was rhetorical, Mr Barker.” He smirked at me. Suddenly everything seemed to get quiet. Cook turned around to see someone who was not wheelchair-bound, was well-armed with a red crowbar, and had a badge to back it up. ‘Is there a problem here, Colonel Veasley?’ I asked, using Mrs. Veasley’s old Army rank, she’d had to retire as a Lieutenant Colonel with her war wounds. ‘No, there’s no problem here, Troy.’ said Cook, trying to wrest control of the situation away from me. ‘Shouldn’t you be at work catching criminals instead of hanging around.