Eventually, Emma knew that she had to stop the spanking. She looked down and saw the increasingly dark blue bruises that the hairbrush had given Marga...ret. It was actually a rather pretty sight, Emma thought. However, after rubbing Margaret’s bottom just a few times, she ordered, "Right, you can get up now."Margaret couldn't stop herself crying but managed to ease herself up from Emma's lap. As she stood, her hands flew to her bottom, and she rubbed it furiously. She could only see Emma through. A key being placed in the lock dragged my attention away from the wonderful goings on and I reached for the door. I opened it a crack and found Rosa standing there just the way she'd been when she drove off with Natasha and Helen."I'm sorry," I said seriously, "but there has been a change of plans."Rosa stared at me as I continued, "This has been declared a blazer free environment and you'll have to leave your jacket in the car." But... ," began Rosa before grinding to a halt as I opened the. Whiting was normally immune to the flooding, as it sat on the top of the tallest hill in the area and the military had complemented this high elevation with an excellent drainage system. So this stormy weather only meant that our training and search flights would, at worst, have visibility obstructed during the periods of heavy rainfall.Logistic flights, on the other hand, were not affected and were to take-off as scheduled and I was listed as the pilot-in-command of a special logistic flight. I know now that that’s just all an idle threat.”“What?”“Do you want to know where I am? Do you want to know who I’ve just been talking to?”“What? Where?”“I’m at Paul’s. Yes, Paul’s. And I’ve just been speaking to Mr Brown. You know, Daddy’s lawyer. Well, Daddy’s friend, apparently. And, I guess, he’s my lawyer now too.”“What?”“And do you know what he told me? He said you can’t stop me from having Daddy’s money. He told me it’s not only up to you but up to him and Mr Williams too. And they don’t.