"Now you will receive six strokes with the riding crop," he said. "No please," I said. "I can't take anymore." "I can stop now and call your parents,... or you can receive these six and that will be the end of your spanking until next week," Mr. Green said. "Give me the six. But don't call my parents," I said. "Good, I want you to count these out loud, and say, "Thank you, Mr. Green" after each one. If you don't, the stroke will be repeated," he said. Then I felt him tap my cheeks with the. True, when I finished, I may have not been ready to take on the world, but I was prepared to go home.“You’re late, I’m just dishing up.” She shouts as I walk in. Ah, finding out that I left her phone this morning seems to have cast oil on the waters.I run up and quickly wash and change. When I get back down, she is sitting and eating her food. I sit, but make no move to eat.She looks up at me and asks, “What’s up, you think I’m trying to poison you?”I shake my head and tell her I had been to. I think it was that shit-head Michael, the one you said is constantly flirting with you, even though he used to be your boss, and is now only your mere equal. I so wanted to tell him right then and there that I was doing something he'd never be able to do, tempted ... yes, but of course you know I would never jeopardize anything so foolish as that even though I wanted to.Anyway my love, I will be jealous of you being home with your husband this weekend, wondering if he's fucking you, filling. .. wake the kids. Gently. Lely, you get them calm, keep them calm. Translate for Dr. Conners.”No warrant, no legal reason for Jill Morton to comply. My bet was she’d be so shook up, so alarmed at the flashing lights in her driveway, cowed by the uniforms, dazed from just waking up ... well, it could work.Cathal and I had discussed having a third cop pose as a social worker, someone to ostensibly see to the kids while Morton was away. That’s what Jill would be told. We nixed it. There were.