She had, as yet, little inclination as to the exact nature of the “consequences” Madame Courvelle had promised her as the price of her deliverance...from the authorities of the law and she preferred not to dwell on it. She was vaguely aware through hearsay that Madame Courvelle was apt to be a strict disciplinarian with the girls in her employ. She was a little hazy as to the exact implications of those rumours but she guessed it might portend some unpleasant destiny with regard to herself. There. “Forgetting something?” He asked in a perturbed tone. I got up from his knee and took down my jeans and panties. I positioned myself over his knee again. He wasted no time spanking me. The sound of his hand slapping against my bare ass echoed through the empty squad room. “You just never learn, do you?” He said as I felt the sting slowly turned into a burn. “One day, you’re going to get caught doing this to me and you’ll be in a lot of trouble.” I said as I looked back at him. “Stop it- you’re. Maggie and Uncle Ben lived in an enormous eight bedroom detached house at the back of the Garden Centre, with landscaped gardens, swimming pool, the lot. It all belonged to Maggie, the house, the Garden Centre, the money, everything, her first husband had been a very successful architect and garden landscaper, who had died in an accident after they had been married only a few years and had left her a fortune. Maggie, herself, was a well known garden designer so she had bought the neighbouring. As her eyes followed the dog, she finally saw Jack running towards her. Jack was so fixed on Mia that he didn’t react to Porthos dashing at him until the dog leaped up and nearly toppled him over. As it was, Jack was stopped dead in his tracks and forced to hold on to the giant canine to keep from falling. He laughed and rubbed the dog’s back. ‘Good boy! Good boy!’ Mia quickly joined them. ‘Jack,’ she exclaimed as she hugged his free side, ‘what the hell is going on?!’ ‘I don’t know,’ Jack.