She wanted to talk to Anyia about her situation, but the only thing the younger woman wanted was a dress and to be let out of the room. Several times ...Anyia demanded a dress and her crown, props that could have given back some of her self confidence and feeling of authority. However, Marizta repeated the ominous news that it was unlikely she would ever be allowed to get dressed again. The Grand Duchess found that hard to believe. If Maritza was not willing to quit blocking the door, Anyia had. It took 20 years to get enough hard public support, but they eventually built up enough interest to warrant a full scale space program.There were now in existence some aircraft capable of very heavy lifting and capable of operating at speeds approaching Mach 4, so here was the obvious first stage of a launch system. A similar technique had been used to get the various satellites into orbit, so there was plenty of prior knowledge available.There had been some recent breakthroughs in laboratories. " Yeah, right. You don't even look at me most of the time." She sounded alittle put off."You sound a little put off. Are you saying you WANT me to look at you?"She gave him a funny look, squinting one eye and looking up at him. "I'veseen your wall. Are you saying you DON'T want to look at me?"What was she saying? Of course he wanted to look at her."I want to do more than look at you, Keela. I don't know what I've beendoing all my life, but I want to do a lot more of the rest of it withyou!". After several minutes of this, I felt a light, gentle slap land on my cheeks. They again struck my arse with their hands, each taking a cheek.The slaps landed just hard enough to give a moderate stinging feeling. Mistress and Tracy gently rubbed my arse cheeks after each slap. After the twentieth slap, I felt the coldness of an ice cube on each cheek. The coldness was a welcoming feeling on my very warm, stinging arse."Tracy, pick up your paddle. We will gently rub his arse cheeks, then give.