‘Hands to the front, girl,’ he barked, ‘or I'll begin again,’ he warned.Two more arrived and I gripped the cushion in front of me and cried my...eyes out, bum high in the air, head buried in the seat cushion as he continued to whip my fanny without mercy. My legs were kicking in wild abandon giving him a wonderful view of my 'entrance' but at that moment I just didn't care. He was well and truly mastering me and I was his to punish at his discretion.The last two swats felt the hardest, searing my. Think of it as Roissey without room service. …or polite invitations. You'll find a military order to things here. We set new standards for disciplineand cruelty every day. The ladies are brought in from all over…partycolleges, spring break beaches, sometimes its even frustrated parents who bringtheir 18 year olds here, falling for our "Home for Wayward Women" front, hookand sinker. All of them need to be quickly processed and indoctrinated to ourrules and expectations. We sort them by sexual. 45 clock. Business Class, takes over the company. On Tuesday evening, my husband booked the restaurant. This where my husband made so many statements. So a sort of farewell party of friends and close colleagues. Even to go funny after three years, but the joy at home is simply larger. Even our partnership has increasingly become the norm. We're just not a big city k**s!At the airport in Germany, we have already been taken from our families and friends in reception. Mir joy rolling down the. She ushered them in, and upon seeing me, a big smile and they greeted me with a kiss on the mouth. I still was not completely used to Tom’s ‘little’ sister, kissing me and seeing me naked. Sure she is certainly old enough, but I knew her since she was little, when Tom and I were high school friends.“Make yourself comfortable ladies, as you can see, I made some changes, leave your shoes by the door and open up your mind when entering., I take the shopping’s and put them away in the kitchen,”.