She shit her pants at being discovered and pleaded for the photos and my silence. I was going to let her stew for the remainder of the week so I told ...her we would talk again on the Friday afternoon.It was 3 PM when Angela walked into my office. She looked nervous. I remotely locked the door using the button under my desk.I was sitting at my desk, just having watched the final money transfer complete. The company was now bankrupt. I had prepared for Angela's entry by removing my pants and. Suzy moved a wooden chair to the centre of the room.“Trousers down and face the chair, Peter.”Peter did this as Brian flexed the cane.“Bend over” said Suzy.He bent over and gripped the front edge of the chair. Helen peeled his underpants down and caressed his bottom and balls.“I hope you act more responsibly another time, Peter” said Helen gently.Brian moved to his position.The cane tapped the boy’s bare bottom.Even Helen was taken aback by the caning Brian delivered. She could take a sound. "Jon Morgan, this was your idea, wasn't it? You knew he would want the same haircut you got."I had the cover they use in all barbershops pulled up far enough to cover my grin, but it wasn't helping me at all when the barber moved it, exposing my ear to ear smile. The look on Michelle's face when she saw my big grin almost made me laugh out loud. I saw her inhaling to really cut loose on me but the next words were Timmy's and he shut us all down with what he had to say."Mom, Gampa tried to talk. ’ She turned back to the front of the line. White-Shirt kept her eyes on her friend for a moment, before slowly turning and walking back the way they had came. I hopped off the bench, shadowing her footsteps again. She was still in conflict about what exactly her intentions were, but as long as she made her way towards the game stand, I saw no need to give an extra push. I prodded tenderly through her mind, learning what I could without making my mental residence too noticeable. I learned her.