”“That’s not what I mean. I mean who made you? Who wrote your code?”“Information about system administrators is restricted.”“So you don�...��t know who made you?”“You do not have the required permissions to access these files.”“What about your granddad? Or the guy who sold him the CD?” Olivia asked.“UI, my granddad’s never used Master PC, has he?” Dylan asked.“Neither Rodger Albert Davies nor Marcus William Scott are registered users of Master PC, nor have their profiles ever been altered by its. She said "you are a pig and someone will teach you a lesson".She worked for my for another six months. All we did was argue as she stated that all Idid was treat her lousy. I would talk down to her. I had a large party one Saturday, I need help to clean on Sunday. I called Tessa and asked her to come over. She came over and she had a large bag with her. What do you need that for? She laughed, just somethings that I may need. She started cleaning when I called to her, bitch get in here,. ’” When the younger man frowned, clearly not quite understanding, Carpathiel sighed with impatience. “If I press on and leave the pack train and supplies behind us, we leave ourselves vulnerable. If the rebels have a leader with half a brain, with scouts well placed, they could cut off our supplies and take advantage of our over-extended position. Then, instead of forcing a pitched battle with the enemy, we might find ourselves encircled in the hinterland.” Carpathiel spat, then stared at the. This has an effect...,.smack...spank...smack....spank...thwack.....whack....smack... Quick succession and getting harder. The sound of the smacks fills the room.... Your legs start to kick, the toes of your shoes tap out a tune as they hit the floor as you react to my hand spamming your bottom hard. You try to twist and turn, you start to howl and Yelp... It's been a long time since you were spanked on your bare bottom . It stings.... It hurts..... This naughty schoolgirl getting her bare.