Kate took a knee, so that they could see eye to eye, and then she spoke in a surprisingly sympathetic tone."Didn't I ask you not to hurt my angel? You...re not six anymore, Agatha. You might have really hurt him. I've told you before: you can't just hit Alex because he loves me. You can't just force him to change his mind and..." You abandoned him!" Agatha cut in hotly. "You left him here by himself for two months. Who's been dealing with his depression all this time, struggling to get him to. He was now more than ready to humble himself at the feet of the woman who would hang him.Mrs Blythe-Cranford showed her gagged husband a look of smug sincerity, her time with the women having also taught her the full appreciation of dominance, increasing her self-esteem whilst she saw her husband’s destroyed; she now viewed him with utter contempt, having seen him first crave the whip, then openly lust for the gallows he was promised.“I’ve waited too long for this, I cannot wait to see you. “What are we going to do when that’s gone?”“We’ll have to think of some things we can rub together,” I said, still nervous but gaining in confidence. Joan rubbed my arm with hers.“Something like that,” I said. Then I found she hadn’t moved away again and was waiting for me to do something. I kissed her quickly on the lips.“That was nice,” she said, and before I knew it we were kissing with tongues and rolling around the settee.“Come on,” she said in a low voice. “It’s going to get cold in. He knew that Emma was now so proficient when using the horrid implement and gasped each time that Emma landed the hairbrush on alternate bottom cheeks. He knew there were so many good reasons why Emma was spanking him. He certainly shouldn’t have needed to be asked twice to make her coffee, particularly as he had asked her to do the report without saying please or addressing her in the way that was expected like addressing her with a courteous, ‘Miss.’ Jack hadn’t been discourteous but had been.