Goddess Dionne turned the corner driving straight into the Epping Forest Golf club Ignoring the three goons who had obviously been sent to stop Her capturing Sir Frank the owner.




She had left Her mobile on as She was driving along. It was a very advanced
mobile a Japanese Fujuka that She had bought from a Japanese friend and could
be used to jam in and enable Her to listen to other people's conversations.
This would be useful, as She could tell whether they were talking about Her
and She could then locate them through the advanced technology that would
enable Her to obtain an address thought the phone itself and turn up at their
house to deal with them personally!

Sir Frank had forgotten to switch his mobile off too so She could hear every
word of his conversation without him knowing it! She found out he was talking
to the manager of the golf club a person called Boles.

After listening it this for some time She roared with laughter. She Remembered
Boles visiting Her as Her client very well. The reason She gave him 30 strokes
was that She had ordered him to clean the kitchen and he had broken one of her
precious tea cups, She gave him the simple option give Her ##100 for a new one
or take 30 strokes of the cane. He did not have ##100 so She strapped him down
to the kitchen table and gave him 30 hard ones until his arse bled .He was
screaming for his life but it made no difference as She carried on cutting
across his arise loving every minute of it!'

She decided to call Sir Frank and make him even more terrified.

She carried on driving speaking to the handset on the wall.

'Sir Brian it's your enemy Mistress Dionne ! I'm coming to get you! You really
are in deep shit! Why don't you take the advice of Boles whom I have given a
good caning to and submit?'

'Why don't you f-----k off Dionne r! You won't get a single penny off me just
leave me alone you bitch!'

'Look here arsehole! I'm coming to get you and to break every bone in your
body! If you do the sensible thing and lick My boots I might let you off with
10 strokes of the crop across your bare arse in front of all the mermbers of
the golf club .I will then give thou a good face slapping until your face is
bleeding and sore all over for insulting Me. You will them give Her ##100 for
My protection money and then show Me the accounts of all your businesses and
give Me 10% of your turnover that should be at least ##30000. I expect to
leave your golf club today with a cheque with you with a sore arse and totally
humiliated as My slave and subject. Is that perfectly clear Sir Frank you
pompous prick?'

'I'll have you killed Dionne !! You won't get away with this!' he screamed
down the phone hysterically obviously beside himself with terror.

Sir Frank screamed at the goons.

'Will you keep your eyes peeled to see if you can see any car with a big Black
woman in it. wearing leather .You can't miss her!'

Boles Her client had given him Her picture and told him She always wore
leather urging him to surrender to Her.She would have to punish him too for
colluding with Her enemy. He was in for another sore arse after the 30 She had
given him when he was My client!

'Er Boss . O'ive jost soin a big car wiv her in it.It went so fawst wuy could
not tell who wus in it loik' the goon said in his broad Cockney accent.

'Didn't you tell it to stop all cars coming you bloody idiot!'

It was clear that these goons were not very bright and could not follow simple
orders !

'Roit boss wuyll get in the car and stop it!'

As Dionne drove to the entrance She could see a grey car coming behind Her in
Her windscreen. The goon was shouting at Her to stop the car.

'STOP THE CAR OR WU'YLL SHOUT!!'