Two years earlier it had been him in her place, naked and tied to the wagon wheel, his bare ass prickly with stings as the breeze blew across it, taun...ting him with the agony of waiting for the punishment to continue. He remembered how he had felt, how frightened he'd been, how elated at surviving. He'd been whipped many times since then, but nothing matched that first time. He'd thought he could take it easily -- he'd taken his father's strap enough as a k** -- but this was nothing like those. ‘Mark, this is Tony. He’s come to join us on European sales.’ ‘Hi, Mark,’ said the suit, in a very upper class drawl, aggressively English, ‘I hear you’re the wizard.’ I’m the guy who writes your telephone bill. Or, at least, I’m the guy who writes the thing that writes your telephone bill. Or, at least, I used to be. Back in the day, when the company was just basically David and me and John the finance guy, I wrote the whole product. These days I’m called ‘Senior Software Architect’, and. “Really?” Kevin asked gently. “Are you all right, then?”She lifted her eyes to him. “No, Uncle Kevin, I’m not. It sucked. I mean, he wasn’t mean or hurtful. It was just that; a fucking. Nothing else.”“Were you expecting something different?”She paused a moment to consider. “I don’t know. Maybe I was. I don’t know. It was…” She sighed, her apprehension obvious. “It wasn’t anything special. Just a fucking.”He smiled at her tenderly. “They’ll be gone tomorrow.”“Was she special for. I heard her run to the bathroom where she proceeded to throw up. We got dressed quickly and made our way to the car. Even as we crept down the stairs we could hear Mary retching in the bathroom. I drove Emily home. We were both pretty shaken and wondered what Mary would do after catching us. I arrived home about a half hour later. The house was quite with no lights on so I made my way to bed. The next morning I was woken by the sounds of conversation. I immediately recognised the voice of my.