Her legs snapped shut for just a microsecond. ?That was bad, you’ll need to be punished for that. Try harder now. There are only ten more?He slapped...her just a little harder, on her now red and swollen pussy, but she managed to only moan, and to even remember to thank him, but number seven caught her again, followed by eight, nine, and every single slap from eleven and up. She was sobbing and shaking when he stopped, her legs trembling hard. ?that was nine times five, dear. Forty five strokes,. With box number two you will only ever do what I tell you to do, if I say leave it you do, if you aren’t sure you ask me, you obey me without question.” “And the other?” Craig croaked already picking out furniture in his head. Julie looked at him with a steady gaze and the cold blue eyes were like lasers as she said quietly, with no emotion in her voice, “If you steal from me your own wife will not recognise your remains.” “Box two,” said Craig quickly, “and I am your man every inch of the. "There is nothing you need to do. Just stand, your hands at your side, and wait. You'll know if you need to do anything. Relax." My finger starts on your arm, stroking lightly, slowly moving up. Soon you forget about that finger, innocently making it's way up your arm, distracted by my other hand, which is capturing your thumbs and pulling them behind your back. Your power goes down a notch. Just as both thumbs are secure your attention is riveted to your throat, and the hand that is slowly. Touching it resulted in a shock; still he persisted inpulling the box out and put it on the desk.The box had some goop on it, so Dylan rubbed it with a rag. BZZZZ-WAP! Arising arc of electricity captured his attention and now a man wasstanding in his office. He was dressed like lumberjack; he bested Dylanin height, weight and overall physical condition, he was using a ratherlarge smile to keep Dylan calm. "Dylan, dang glad to meet you." Hereached out to shake Dylan's hand. Dylan paused for a.