? I?m going to have to punish you again.? Stand up!? I did the best I could, crawling off the bed, falling to myknees, then standing. ?Walk over there...,? she pointed, and I saw a hassock in thecorner. ?Lean over,? she ordered, and I did, stretching myselfacross the hassock.? She wrapped a ropearound my wrists, dragged it under the hassock, and tied it to my ankles.? I couldn?t move. She left the room for a moment, came back with two paddlesand a whip.? She showed them to me, oneby one, and. Lamps had been opened, light fixtures had been pulled out to look above the ceiling, toilet tanks had been pried open and checked, cushions had been unzipped or sliced open. I got the distinct impression that I was wasting my time.While I was performing my fruitless search, I did notice a couple interesting things. The location of the murder, for one thing. In a small first-floor bedroom that appeared to be a guest suite, there was a bed with a blood-covered mattress. Every square inch of hard. ’ Meekly, the redhead faced her new mistress. ‘First, you’ll need to mop the floor in here. Then you can go get a wash, put on a little make-up and do something nice with your hair. I want you looking pretty and sweet. I’ll sort you out with something to wear, so come into my room when you’re ready. The only thing that you’ll need to bring is yourself. Oh, and bring those horrid panties that you’re wearing too!’ With that, she gestured for Fay to get moving. Once the kitchen floor was clean,. The usual crowd were mostly there, but there was plenty of room for us. And just like previous weeks, they largely left us alone to enjoy our food in peace. And I did enjoy it. After the last couple of days, actually eating the food at serving temperature was a nice change of pace. It was just better that way.Emily seemed to enjoy her lunch, too.About halfway through our feast, I noticed a ripple of reaction from our table mates. Someone was coming to the table. I triggered the recorder in my.