Even if you never again will pull me over your knees and spank me, even if you will never again let me feel the cane or the flogger or the riding crop... even if you never again will fuck me in the ass and make me cry out like a bitch in heat, you will always be my Mistress.? Victoria said emphatically.She was rewarded with a hard swat right on the centre of her buttocks that made her yelp in surprise more than in pain. ?You know what I think about this kind of language. I won’t allow you to. I have a feeling you do, though."Jason remained silent, though the truth wanted to leave his mouth.Henry raised the glass. "So we keep playing this game. Wonderful." Suppose I did tell you," Jason said in a challenging voice.Henry paused and slowly lowered it. "I'm listening." What in hell would you do about it? Could you do anything about it?"Henry's lips twitched, as if wanting to form a frown but refraining at the last moment. Jason reveled in the man's indecision. The first question had. I let it sit while I recovered my day old coffee from the microwave.So much time passed while I did that chore, that I was jealous when Janet come into the kitchen with her cinnamon bun. She washed it down with orange juice made from concentrate.“Since I brought a can of coffee grounds, can I have a cup of your fresh coffee?” she asked when the bun was gone.“Sure as long as you brew the next pot, and put it in the aging jar,” I said. The aging jar was actually an iced tea pitcher with an ‘x’ on. "I remained silent, although my body was wracked with pain as I did not want to cause Lady Temple to lose her shotgun licence. Although on reflection I was beginning to realise that life would be a lot safer for me if she lost her driving licence and her shotgun licence as well.We gradually recovered from the shock of the last few minutes seconds to see two terrified youths standing up to their chest in the muddy water and two very angry Swans with their feathers fluffed up not at all amused by.