” She whimpered, falling silent. “Continue.” “Please sir, I need to be punished.” She cried out again when I hit the exact same spot. “...emember what I said, Amelia. You must not cry out.” “Thank you sir, I needed to be punished. Please, sir, I need to be punished more.” I smacked her ass as hard as I could twice in a row and she let out a small shriek. “Remove your tie.” I demanded. She did as I told her and I used it to gag her. “I told you not to cry out, and you did not listen. I am the. Thank you so much.I reply with a 'you are welcome, but it was Joe that noticed the posting'Kelly: well I would ask you to hug him but that might not look good in front of the rest of the guys. LOL I love youI love you to sweety. How are you feeling?Kelly: I am stuffed up and chilly.Sorry I respond. Take your vitamin C and I may see you when I get home. I have to eat and get back to work.“well?” Joe questions as I take my seat“She is excited as a sick girl can be, and she told me to hug you” I. The old lady didn’t speak. Though she did stay until Diane had finished her drink, and started work again.It wasn’t easy to decipher the old man’s handwriting, which also seemed to e slowing her down. Some of it was almost indecipherable. But she worked hard, and by lunch time she had actually typed twenty pages, though her finger tips felt very sore.Lunch. Like the dinner the previous night, and breakfast that morning, was served in the kitchen, all three present. There was no small talk, and. As she lifted the bottles she tried to take the cartons of orange juice from me but it was not to be, as I handed her the first carton she tried to tuck it into her breast. My hand felt the firmness of her breast and her silky soft skin as she fumbled to hold the carton against her. “Never mind I will hold them until you put the bottles away,” I said. “No bring them on through to the kitchen,” she said as she turned and walked back through a long passage way to her kitchen. I followed her and.