You’ll need a better threat than that.”Jack pulled off the road into a long driveway, but Becca missed the sign at the gate. “Where are we?”�...�Culverin Meadows. It’s a country club. They have a nice restaurant.”“Culverin Meadows. Your family owns it?”He shook his head. “Only partly. The family helped found it and we are part owners, but that’s all. It’s not on family property or anything. Still, it gets us a lifetime membership. If you want to play golf or tennis or whatever, this is the place.. Phil studied the beefy unshaven face for a clue to what was up, making a bet with himself that he'd seen a mug shot of it somewhere. "The Boss wants to see you again."Jordan was still at his desk, working on his perennial paperwork, and Phil noted with some alarm that Rowlf was there, too."I just heard from one of my contacts inside the project," Jordan stated abruptly in his flat voice. "He says that the whole base is in an uproar over your escape. It seems there's a rumor that you kidnapped. ‘My boot snagged on a root. I grabbed the branch to break my fall. Sorry.’ His smile was sincere, he appreciated the solitude of the great outdoors. His surprise encounter was a very pleasant bonus. She pointed to the bench and the expanse of her rock lounge. ‘My rock is your rock. Enjoy the view…is that why you brought your sketch book?’ She was curious about the stranger. How much trouble could an artist be? How much noise could he make? She could chat with him, then go back to her plan to do. I knew Master was using his entire arm to whip me because he began to grunt as the stripes added up…or maybe he was grunting because he was producing a pleasing pink glow on his slave's ass? I was grateful when the blows stopped and he moved to the other side. I didn't dare to hope that my punishment might be ending soon. Sometimes when I am punished this way Master will continue alternating sides or will spank each cheek and then both at the same time. I drank in Mistress' smell-a cousin of.