Her English isn’t perfect, but she understands it very well. I walk up to her and grab her chin with my left hand. Her face is cute and small. It al...ost seems it could fit in my hand. I slap her, hard. The noise resonates throughout the room, foreshadowing what comes next. The slap pushes her to the side and she moves her arms to guard her face against more blows. The playful coquette look is gone, replaced with fear. After a few seconds she sits straight up again and braces herself for more. I. His rep in Law enforcement is basic to his career, so his record is pristine. Did he get a reprieve; did someone intervene ? The women and the rest benefit more by having him here then by shunning him. The thought of being caressed is what keeps him here, so he must be well conditioned from early on. Word gets around, they know he lives in the compound, so he's a man of stature. Plus no one is stupid enough to deny accusations of studliness. They all must think he's a bull. He won't say shit,. "Jordan stood up and brushed past her and went to load up the truck. When he was finished he opened her door and motioned for her to get inside, "Let's go home."Angel climbed in the truck beside him and folded her arms in protest, "I don't see what good spanking me did."Jordan shook his head and smiled, "Of course you don't." He started up the truck and headed out on the road for the long drive home. It was going to be a long trip.Mia sat at the kitchen table after dinner doing her homework.. "I came really hard..."Frank sighed. She wanted to do it again, a drop at a time, this time."Wait'll I find an eyedropper," Frank told her, sounding sullen. 'It's better this way, anyway ... less likely to spill the noxious stuff all over everything.'After a moment, he came back. He poured some of the acid into a tiny bottle that had a glass dipstick built into the bottom of the lid. The little glass knob on the end would only pick up a drop or two at a time."Okay, I've got one," he told her..