“You’ve seen what’s been happening. How many new faces there are in Gotham. Order must be restored,” he says gently.“Order? Is that what we ...ad?” Barbara asks with a snort.“Of a sort.”He’s right. New gangs, new troublemakers, and even a few new vigilantes have come out of the woodwork. Gotham abhors a vacuum. It’s good that Bruce decided to go MIA at a moment when at least a few of the usual suspects are safely in Arkham and Blackgate, but that just left more room for these new people to come. Her bath was always drawn by Mistress Sophia an attractive widow with a fine figure for a woman of thirty odd years. Fanny never minded stripping off all of her clothes including her personal undies in front of the kind-faced woman because she trusted her implicitly.Of late, Fanny noticed that she was acquiring sharp pangs of longing deep inside her innards that confused her and made her a bit unsettled when Mistress Sophia ran her fingers over her skin with the soapy wash cloth and scented. It was the same sign. She wondered if Rosie was still working there. She would find out later. She had time. Margo had just turned 32. The tall blonde was even more strikingly beautiful then when she lived here. She had worked on the West Coast in the booming entertainment industry. She was between jobs and wanted to see what the old place looked like.She looked a little out of place with her long flowery dress and her hat. But then she had always looked out of place. At the boarding house, she. My panties were already soaked through. He stood to the side of me and placed one hand in the small of my back. He ran the paddle over my ass. “Five strokes, Krys, over the skirt. Count them. And given our relative positions at this juncture, I think ‘Sir’ makes more sense than ‘Matt’, don’t you? “ “Yes, Sir,” I found myself saying. WHACK! The stroke came hard across both cheeks. It sounded like a gunshot in the tiny room. I felt like the air went out of my lungs and I saw stars. My ass started.