Does Betsy have to follow the newdress code too?"Martha glared down at Brandon in silence before Betsy chimed in aclearly peeved voice, "Yes." Well, a... long as there are no exceptions, I suppose it will make theoffice look more professional. I wanted to do it for years, but Ididn't think that my wife would go along with it."Christiana shook her head as she wondered if the new dress code wouldserve as more of a punishment for her and the other girls than Brandon.Martha then smiled as she asked,. I want to see if that pussy of yours can take as much as your tight ass.” “You’re not done? But my ass is on fire, and I have to get to my next class!” With a sigh, Jones stepped back. “Very well. If this is your choice, you may turn in your drop sheet at the office tomorrow. I will expect your textbook by Monday.” “No! I’ll do it, please don’t fail me!” “Then beg. Beg me to punish you and teach you how to be a good girl. Tell me that you want me to spank your pussy.” Maggie swallowed hard and. She waved her wand. A quill and ink bottle sailed towards her which she caught expertly in one hand. Another wave of her wand, and she had parchment as well. She handed the quill to Harry."You're not one for words," said Ginny. "Take my dictation, and try not to blot the parchment too much."Ever since Christmas, Harry had become increasingly accustomed to such treatment from Ginny. At first he had thought it was her way of being endearingly humorous. But of late he had come to the realization. The industrious and self-sufficient westerners kept up with demands of clothing the young mothers. The town adapted as it waited.The local doctor's office did not have the sophisticated tools of a big city, but an internal ultrasound machine was enough to know that all 36 pregnancies were female. This was really the first thing that made the doctor really want to go outside the town for help and advice. Surely, 36 out of 36 being female meant something was wrong. In all other ways, the babies.