Then into the phone again, “Sorry about that.  Yes, police please?” “This is insane!” he exclaimed.  “Look, hang up.  You can’t report me!” “No?” she asked coolly.  “Please hang up,” he pleaded.  “I’ll do anything you ask, but please…” “Anything?” she inquired. “Yes,” he agreed. “I’m sorry,” she said into the phone, “I won’t be needing you after all.” She clicked the phone off and stared at him, flexing her cane between her nimble fingers.  “So, you agree that you deserve a good hiding for your behaviour?” she asked him. “I haven’t done anything!” he insisted.  “Either you take your beating like a man, or…” she threatened, picking up her mobile phone. Alright, alright,” he agreed.  “I’ll play your bloody silly game. ”Caroline smiled and assured him that this was no “silly game.”  And if he thought that it was a “silly game” now, she promised that he would change his mind before she was finished with him. “Now, bend over, across here,” she told him, tapping her cane on the seat of an armchair.  “On your knees.” John slowly shuffled across to the chair and buried his head in it.  He didn’t know what to expect, but imagined that whatever she was going to do to him, it couldn’t be all that bad.  He could hear Caroline’s heels clicking on the wooden floor behind him.  He waited, anxious for her to have her little bit of fun and finish.  She strode around, observing her prey. His fat, white arse shivered.