You like the idea of Jenny being this shithead’s punching bag? Or traumatizing the hell out of her when he decides to do it to her little half-breed...sister instead? What do you think of that, Donovan? I think I’d like to kick his worthless ass, but I have it on good authority that he has ‘friends’ covering for him.’ The silence extended well after Jahn’s rant ended, but he could hear the man’s breathing. Still there. Chew on it. Then finally: ‘Okay, I’ll see to it that he stays away from them.’. Mr. Grayson peered through the dim light at the contents of one of the folders. The harsh light of the lamp and the dim light from outside, accentuated the lines in Mr. Grayson's face, causing him to look much older than his actual age of sixty-one. When Kara entered, Grayson looked over the top of his glasses and motioned her to the leather wing-back chair that faced his desk. As she walked across the room her feminine form was obvious, even though she wore a sexless woman's business suit, a. She began her relaxation process to get her emotions under control and centered. How interesting it was that Shadow could cause her as much stress with his words as he could with a whip.Was that the answer? No, those were techniques to deal with pain and panic. There had to be something else ... Was it related to why the control techniques were needed?"Sir, this slave can see the importance of many things the trainer can teach them. But it is even more important to know when to use those tools. Right away I could feel the sting from his bare hand. The sound of the swats were pretty loud in the kitchen, and each swat was making my stiff dick bounce around. A steady rhythm of continuous stinging swats landing on my bare ass. My cheeks were starting to feel very warm at a barely tolerable level of pain. I just laid there like a helpless, worthless excuse of a man. “Ok Andy. We made it to sixty swats. The number we agreed I would stop at. Are you sorry for cheating on Jenny?”“Yes I am.