"Why therefore, knowing my reputation have you made so many mistakes in your report?"Turning red with both anger and embarrassment I asked what she me...ant. Turning the report round to face me, now covered in red marks and crosses she pointed out all of my mistakes. Clearly stunned I stumbled through the report, alarmed at my basic mistakes. "I had heard very good things about you Mrs Benson but judging by this, not so" said Miss Cooper with a steely glint in her eye.I pointed out whilst there. He set her down on the ottoman with a little bounce, and started to lift her skirt. There were many ruffles underneath and when he lifted it all the way the hem rested on the back of her hair. She wore little shorts with lace underneath the dress, which he pulled down to expose her tanned little bottom. She’d stopped struggling by then and looked back at the man kneeling beside her. Smack! The slap went echoed through the room along with her sharp intake of breath. He spanked her again and. "Just the thought was arousing my poor red-headed slave. "I can't do it. I'll hide in the bedroom."I shrugged. "It's up to you."About three hours later, the front desk rang us; letting us know that a Vanessa Harrill was on her way up.A few minutes after that, the doorbell rang.I opened the door.There stood Vanessa. She was an exact copy of Vonda, with a few differences. Her red hair was shoulder-length, and permed into curls. She had green eyes, instead of brown; probably contacts. And lastly,. “Mistress Wanda inspected him contemptuously with narrowed eyes.“Milton, be a darling and give his arse a wipe, there’s some wet wipes on the table, just get the shit off and dab a bit of blood on,” said Wanda.The Servant began his task.“Leave them on the tray I know someone on craigslist who’ll buy them. You’ll be off to the post office with the old jiffy bags again.”For a second Milton’s loyally sombre demeanour seemed to waver, offering a glimmer of a puzzled reaction shot, but he quickly.