I was considering waiting until dark and going out for a walk while dressed when the boor bell rang. I froze. A knock at the door followed. Then a cal... through the door. "Hello?" Another knock and another call. "Who's in there? I heard you in the garden." It was a male voice, obviously a neighbour. I went to the door and called through it. "Hi, I'm ****'s son. I'm house sitting while they're away." I hoped this would satisfy him. "There's a package got delivered to my house. Can you take it. “Ewwwwwwieeeee” went Harriet as there bums reddened nicely and each stroke left its legacy of a nice red mark and a stinging bottom.Twenty four stroked of the horrid cane later the two girls left the study rubbing their respective bottoms close to tears.You see ,even witches feel the pain of a good caning which is a good thing isn’t it?“Another fucking boring day over” said Hermoine as they declined the lift home from Mrs Parker in her “people carrier” The girls had decided to walk home. " Hi, Don," I replied like I wasn't expecting the call. "How are youdoing?" I'm doing well," he replied. I doubt Josh would be able to, but I couldhear the humor in his voice at our faked conversation. "Listen," my dad said. "I'm here with Josh Holliday. He has somethingexciting he wants to tell you." Hi, Sarah," Josh said, confirming my suspicions that Dad was using thespeaker phone. "Hi, Josh," I replied. I wasn't quite sure what to say to him. We'd lefton good terms Friday night, and I. .The urge to vomit again was nearly overwhelming and I took several moredeep breaths to settle down once again. When I opened my eyes I finallynoticed the bottle of white wine on the coffee table, waiting with asingle glass and an opener. The bottle was wrapped with a bow and had anote attached. I picked up the bottle--painfully aware of how muchheavier it seemed--and read the note."Good luck Cindy!" it said, in a strong but sloppy handwriting. "Fromeveryone at the Clinic, may this help with a.