The conversation continued with them both a bit tentative about suggesting that they go to Lorna's cottage."What were you thinking when you were study...ng that birch rod?" asked Lorna, out of the blue."Oh, well, I, um..." started Michael, feeling suddenly reticent."I think you were imagining feeling it across your arse, am I right?" asked Lorna, with a slightly strange look in her eyes."No, no, I wasn't," replied Michael, not very convincingly."Do you like having your bottom whipped, Michael?". Straight to his office to begin his work. That particular day, the only interruption to his routine came when his assistant regional manager Stan knocked on his office door around 10:00. Of all the employees in his department, he was probably best friends with Stan. They were about the same age and had some common interests. It was Stan who took on most of the workload when Charles had missed time from work following Jessica's death.Stan came into the office with a smile on his face – not. “But Daddy, I’ll get p*o all over me!” “That’s why you’re in the tub, Hunny. I’ll wash you up afterwards. We’re going to do this until only the water comes out of you.”She nodded once, and curled her fingers in until her nails dug into her palms. She was beginning to feel uncomfortably full. Still the water kept entering. Her bowels cramped cramp and she cried out, “Please Daddy, no more!” He immediately tugged the nozzle out and told her to push. She started to cry as the dirty water gushed. The morning found them on their way across the border into England once more and south on the M1 motorway toward York for their overnight stay. It seemed anticlimactic to Brenda. As interesting as the history was, their trip was nearing an end and she was spending more and more of her time thinking about what to do about Simon.Time was running out. They would be back in London the next day and flying home the following day. She knew of his stated intention to pursue her unless she shut him.