I turned her over, so that she was now kneeling on the floor, face down on the bed."Beat me, Master, beat me!"What man could resist such an invitation... Refuse such a requestt?I lost count of the number of times the leather of the belt lashed her skin: the taut flesh of her butt, the tender flesh between her legs and for variation its upward strokes on her pussy. It was a joy to watch her every shudder, to listen to the slap of each stroke on her and see the reddening of her skin.But she was. "Hello, Everett," I answered. Crooking my mobile between my ear and my shoulder was difficult. It was the one thing I missed about old landline handsets."Hi, Deb," He answered in his hurried smarmy way, "I'm calling because I just had my accountant look over the May numbers." And?" I had to use my teeth to tear the plastic housing the batteries."I was expecting a bit more and--" The numbers are all up 9% from April," I explained, "We've done this dance four times already. I don't fucking cheat. .." I raised my hand to interrupt her."Eric, a short time ago your daughter returned home and handed me an envelope containing a series of photographs of her 'in flagrante delicto'. I'm sure you know what that means, Eric, but in simple terms, they show her committing adultery with, if I'm not mistaken, her former boyfriend, Alan Stark." He looked across at my wife with a serious expression."Is this true, Robyn?" Yes, Daddy; but Mummy said..." I interrupted her this time."Apparently, Eric, this. The news channel had it at least ten degrees lower. I believed them.We were out of black pepper, so I went in to get some. While I was there, I decided to stalk the isles along the meat displays. Stir fry was about $2.49 a pound. I got an inspiration. I would take the thin strips of pork, cut them into little cubes, and bread them in flour, pepper, cayenne pepper and salt. I got some Reams Home Style Egg Noodles. I would fry the meat, boil the noodles and make a Vietnamese style soup with that..