The guy that’s going to score the goals that wins the championship for them.”“Stevens has an inflated sense of his own self-worth,” I said. �...The man’s a grade-A arsehole. We were in the same class for five years before he left here at the end of Year Eleven with a handful of piss poor GCSEs. He wasn’t worried though because he already had a contract with The Quilters and with it, a guaranteed job up at the factory.”Another half-smile. “Anyway, he started talking to me. I haven’t seen you around. I looked around but no one was left standing. Except for the painful groaning of an Ithe worker who hung over a support beam above the tables, it was very quiet.The frightened bar keeper slowly appeared behind the bar counter and made big eyes. Har Hi pushed the Oghr away, who instantly crawled under the last standing table for cover and he buried his brutish face between his knees as Har-Hi turned once more to look at him.I approached the shaking bar keeper. He had somewhat humanoid features. She came back several minutes later and told them the negotiations were at an end as there was a problem. They all looked at her in surprise, not understanding. Lee asked Plato about the six Prols in his company. When he dismissed them as unimportant, they were just slaves, he could see and feel Lee’s displeasure.She then informed him in her coldest voice, her people didn’t tolerate slavery. Either he released them, or he left her lands immediately. Her voice made Plato shiver. He whined that. "'Please, Master, I want you to punish me.'" I felt her body tense. Finally, her voice quavering, she whispered, "Please,Master, I want you to punish me." "Excellent." I immediately resumed the spanking, but this time the blowswere harder with four or five seconds between them to give her a chance bothto recover from each burst of pain and appreciate the full intensity of it.By the seventh blow both cheeks were bright red and she was close to weeping,but she had not tried again to escape my.