Was Phil involved? She wanted to, but knew she didn't dare ask."Well, I don't care," Phil laughed, seemingly relaxed and sincere. "It's going to be a ...ough one to crack. A real professional job. The two armored van guards--they were chloroformed or something and didn't, really, see a thing. Hell! They lost another couple of hundred grand or so from their rig!"They finished their coffee and Mavis watched Phil pick up the small suitcase he had set just inside the door. "I brought you some. For instance, this one is like a harsh spanking and corner time combined. Cuff him and lock him spread-eagle on his back on the bed before removing his CB. It is important he knows why he is being disciplined. Rub a generous amount of toothpaste or Deepheat onto his cock and balls and leave him for about 30 minutes or stay and watch the performance.When it comes to discipline, use your imagination and discuss the alternatives with your man. He needs to know what might happen and fear it.. From the way she was crying, like with the others, I could guess. "Are you okay?" I asked her.She looked up. Her face was wet with tears. "What ... how... ?"I shook my head. "I don't know if I can explain it properly. What I do know is that whatever you saw, whatever you felt, really happened."Her brow furrowed. "He did that to you? For just looking at his daughter?"Ah, yes, that memory. I shook my head. "I can't explain that anymore than I can the sharing of our memories."Sammi looked past me. “You’re not kidding me. Wow! Never would have guessed that one. Star quarterback unwilling to take one for the team.”Brock looked at Meredith quizzically.“What the hell does that mean?” he asked.“Sorry,” she said with another laugh. “I get that from my Dad, too. Sometimes I rattle off proposed newspaper headlines. I promise they’re really funny in my head.”“Well they seem to lack a little something in translation,” Brock said. “I thought you might be insulting me there for a minute.”Merie.