"He'll be okay," I said. "He just needs some rest." He needs a good spanking," she said, "and so do you." My face was burning. Laura smiled while I bl...shed. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm glad you brought him home. I won't tell your mother."I can't admit how many times I've played that scene over in my mind and in my dreams. "He needs a good spanking and so do you." What would that be like? Did she think my mother would spank me or would she do it herself? I could easily imagine this very pretty. Fortunately, many of his clients were very wealthy. Casey’s modus operandi was not to create a romantic relationship with the woman. Though he was never certain at first whether or not she knew he had been hired, he managed to let her know that he was there for her. Like a private masseur, like a personal trainer, like a bodyguard, a life counselor. He gave her his card after a nice long talk and then he went away. Give her time to call him back if she wanted the service. So far, nobody had. "You are an amazing girl, Rachael," Mrs. Stoner said. "I can only thankyou for what you did for us last night." She used her eyes to indicatethe 'us' meant Danni and her.Rachael finished eating just as she heard someone downstairs use thewashroom, so she put two more pancakes on. Then as they heard anotherflush, she made another pair of pancakes. As each girl came up stairsshe was handed a plate with two pancakes on it, and allowed to choosetheir topping: butter, syrup, or icing sugar."You made. Mike proceeded to wash his hands with some surgical scrub liquid from a sachet and after drying them pulled on some cream coloured latex gloves. That time for me was, both a physical and mental agony, He reached for the can of antiseptic spray and slowly walked around my whole body spraying a fine mist of cooling liquid over my strap wounds... the immediate relief was so welcome I almost cried. Then he slowly tore open a packet of sterile alcohol wipes and as I looked down he gently wiped.