However when the salesman – nudge, nudge, wink, wink - had said his items were more usually fitted in non public areas and were really cameras and m...crophones so the staff could be spied on, you know – if the were up to no good, stealing stuff or even have a sly fumble, Maurice had placed an order for two. Herbert, being a simple pig breeder and castrator, was baffled and had no interest. The landlord of the Swan had dived into Serena’s laundry basket and unearthed loads of undies and outer. Justin knew that something was wrong immediately by having to do something like this. No Marine, as a rule, ever had to report to the base commanders office unless they were in deep, deep trouble. Justin immediately went to his room, showered, and got re-dressed into his dress uniform. The walk was long and as each step took him closer, Justins legs grew weaker and weaker. His heart beat harder and harder as he neared the base commanders office. Opening the door to the office, Justin was met. It is so frustrating. If at least Paul could see me being whipped, it would at least count for something. I strangle a sob. I lift my eyes and Parker stands in front of me.In his hands, the whip.Oh my God! It is been a long time since he's used the whip. Hanging from the beam, spread eagled, I tremble, and I start crying. I cannot contain my tears. The anticipation, the fear, the tension of these past few days, since Paul told me "You have an appointment with Mr. Marshall on Thursday" have. She’s not generally nervous.“Two sweeteners, Martin,” she said, as she placed a cup and saucer on the edge of Caroline’s glass desk. They seemed to float in mid-air. It’s not your average glass coffee table, you know. Her desk would have pride of place in any museum of modern design, and its own Perspex safety cage around it.“Yes, dear. Both the government and our security services call on us from time to time, when certain theatricals are needed. A mock demonstration in front of an embassy, to.