‘Good Girl. But don’t forget in future. I expect to be thanked whenever I punish you. You are grateful for the time and effort I put into the task...of correcting you, and making you into a dutiful slave!’ ‘Yes, Master. I understand. Thank you, Master.’ He again caressed her buttocks. ‘As I was saying – all pink, and very pretty. Quite irresistible!’ He dropped the paddle, and moved behind her, grasping each of her buttocks with one of his hands. She winced at the added pain. With his palms flat. Luckily, I hadn't actually poured any boiling water on the teabags when she reappeared in the kitchen doorway, wearing Vee's baby doll nightie."Vee did say that I could borrow this and see if it still worked on you?"Oh yes, dear reader, the sight of Julie in a baby doll nightie did indeed work for me. The cuppa had to wait for later.xxxxxxxVee came back to the house around lunchtime on Wednesday; she had endured a fairly miserable Easter at home. Her brothers, true to form, had not seen. “It’s a good question because I don’t know the answer. As you all know, I promised Ship that I would do what I could to find the race that built her brain. With the vast amount of time elapsed since she and her supplies were left in that cavern system, and with that race already in dire straits because of being attacked by a superior force, there are too many variables to give a definitive answer. That said, I plan to search until even Ship decides that the search is useless. That’s not to say. Nancy was a wonderful wife. She knew Michael was a werewolf and for the last year has aided him in trying to gain control of the beast within. Once he had gained full control he could change at will with or without a full moon, day or night. The form would be different as well. He would have more human-like features. Michael would also be more aware and in control of the Lykin inside. But for now he was at the mercy of the full moon and its ebbs and flows. What she called his cycles. She was a.