“What’s going on with the two of you? The office isn’t closed.”I could see that Madge was getting upset, so in a no-nonsense voice, I said, �...�Madge, for the next hour or so, the office is closed. Alicia and I have a couple of offers to make you that we think you are going to accept. If you do accept, the office will not only be closed for today, but you will probably not reopen for any new business.”Madge looked at the wine, and said, “Are you two drunk?”Alicia said, “No, we aren’t drunk. We are. ”“Trace, please don’t fight me on this,” Marty pleaded.She looked at him, then at me, then back at him and smiled. Tracey and I stayed for a few hours, talking about things that had transpired in our lives over the past five years that we’d more or less been totally out of touch. The more we talked, the emptier I realized that their lives were. Everything revolved around maximizing sexual pleasure, with everything else - family, careers, money, the future - taking a back seat to the quest for. 







**Slave:** 

Ma'am... They are not here right now ma'am. They are in my lock box at my other home. Ma'am

 


I can get tomorrow ma'am









 



**Mistress:**That's two more demerits, plus one more for being unprepared.









 



**Slave:** Yes ma'am









 **Mistress:** 



How many demerits are you up to now?... ut oh, one more

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**Slave:** Ma'am yes ma'am




, Ma'am yes ma'am









 



**Mistress:**I asked you a. Heavy footsteps then marched down the hallway in the direction of the bedrooms at the back, and about two minutes later, unmistakably, came a series of cracks followed by muffled screams. Suzy looked across at me and smiled wryly. She was familiar with the noise of leather striking bare flesh. It caught my attention too and made me tingle. The cracks went on for several minutes, and the boy's voice became less shrill and more hoarse and we could just about detect the muffled sound of sobbing.