"Before he could ask any more questions, a dark shadow loomed over the table. Looking up, it was an Ottershaw flunkey."Perfect timing." muttered Jack ...nder his breath; exasperated."Fay Andrews?" Yes. That's me."The flunkey cleared his throat, "Tanya apologises for her absence and asks if you would both like to join her for champagne on her balcony?" Thank you.".The flunkey deferred and walked away. Fay looked at Jack and saw a wreck of lust and apprehension."Come on Jack, show. ’ He said. ‘Go kneel on the bench.’ The moments her knees touched the leather padding a white hot flash went through her neck. ‘Ouch, ouch, ouch, fuck, fuck, fuck.’ When the pain stopped she was panting, trying to regain her composure. ‘O no, number Seven.’ He said shaking his head. ‘That’s not the language of a proper slave now is it?’ ‘I’m sorry Sir.’ Before she was finished talking he pressed the button again and another painful shock was released into her neck. ‘Fuck. FUCK!’ She. I've been trying real hard but the grades just haven't been high enough." She kept her eyes down after finishing, dreading his answer."I don't give out extra credit, Lia. I'm sorry but I told everyone that at the beginning of the school year. You have to earn the grades through hard work." Mr Ryan sighed and walked around his desk to sit on the wooden top, crossing his ankles and staring back at her. His eyes run down her tight body, admiring the view as he always had."Please! My life will be. One particularly outspoken individual attempted to joke with the small man and mock-wrestle him the first month the small man had joined the crew. It took three other workers to pull the small man off of the jokester. The small man would have killed him otherwise, everyone was sure. Two broken arms meant the unfortunate soul was out of a job for at least six months, if he was lucky.The small man shrugged when the boss asked what had happened. “He hit me first,” was his only response but it was.