Out. Ron Fisher only. Lexus SC430, [the license plate of my car]." It was a log of the vehicular comings and goings for our property. The earliest ent...y I could see was 1645, but there were a few pages flipped over that I couldn't read. That didn't give me much of a clue about when the surveillance had started, as there's a shift change for our security team at 4pm, so possibly quite a lot of traffic around that time which might have filled up two or three pages.I had three questions:Why did. I couldn’t see it, but she swallowed hard, her anxiety level running high at the idea of paddling me. I don’t know why; it’s not like HER ass was about to get reddened.SWISH-CRACK! I felt the bee sting of the paddle connecting with my cheek. I cried out, more in surprise than pain. Emma hadn’t really hit me that hard.I panted a bit and wiggled as I braced for the next one. It didn’t come and Jess cleared her throat behind me.“Oh!” I said hurriedly. “Thank you, Mistress Emma!”I felt a finger. The headmistress told me to "Take it like a man." and "You wanted everyone to see how pathetic you were? Well now your wish is granted.".I continued my walk of shame, feeling completely defeated, walking with my hands clasped behind my head, my little stub of a penis barely wiggling with each step I took, the tiles cold against my feet, the air cold against my body, my reddened hot exposed buttocks being caught on camera also as I walked through the corridors. She led me into her office and. “That is completely unacceptable,” said David. “You’ll get 10%, and no more.”“David, please,” Rachel said. “It’s not your place to be making offers.”“They will not accept any less than 40%,” the translator told them.“And we will not give any more than 10%,” David insisted.“David, I don’t think-” Rachel tried to say.“You would do the work for free if I told you to,” David told them. “10% is me being nice.”“Mr Larvesta and Mr Silvesco do not accept your insulting offer,” the translator told.