?Get on your knees now,? she demanded and pointed to the floor. He cringed at the sound of her voice. She spoke so sternly to him, unlike she had ev...r done before. When she spoke like this, he became slightly scared and didn’t have a clue what to anticipate. As he dropped to his knees he felt the heel of her boot sink in the middle of his slightly arched back. As he was forced to drop down to his hands, she slipped a blindfold over his eyes. ?You don’t even deserve to look at me bitch! . She told me that television was a fickle business, one that based a person's value on the latest marketing data. It didn't matter that you had dominated your time slot for years; two consecutive quarters with slipping numbers put management into a tizzy. Her show had suffered such a decline and rumors were flying that changes were imminent if the numbers slid again. The most persistent rumor had the station manager contemplating aiming for a younger demographic by totally revamping the show.. The ball was so big I could feel my jaw straining already to accommodate it. It was a firm material and required me to breathe through my nose. He left me standing against the wall.He moved my legs apart and told me under no circumstances am I to move. With me facing the wall my nose an inch or so from making contact he used the slapper on my butt. Not so hard a first, where I was thinking this was going to be easy but he built on his impact with each strike getting harder and harder. He moved. "Yes, Daddy," Beth replied. " It's Jack, all right. In fact, it's Jack all over."August 1942The small grey ship inched its way up the Mersey to the naval dock. Another Atlantic convoy over. More 'tools to finish the job', as Churchill had called them, delivered safely but almost as many now littered the ocean floor. Petty Officer (Acting) Jack Reynolds, twenty-one and now a veteran, was at the wheel, as usual. As the coxswain of HM Corvette Speedwell, it was his job to steer the ship in action.