It was with considerable trepidation that David walked up the garden of this neat suburban semidetached house and knocked on the door. Now, having moved on promotion with his company he was about to meet his new landlady at his lodgings arranged by his company. She opened the door and David Read On. It was 2 weeks after David's fearsome thrashing by Mrs Robinson as they ate breakfast together on Saturday morning.
For Peter and Angie each evening was now full of anticipation. As the evening progressed they could feel themselves becoming excited by what was going to happen. The unpredictability of what they would encounter was an intoxicating mix of dread, humiliation and anticipation. Each night after showering they would fetch the hairbrush then present themselves t The following day nothing was mentioned of the previous evening's antics. Angie and Peter were initially deeply embarrassed when they came down the stairs for breakfast, but Minnie was her usual cheerful self and acted as if nothing had happened.
In the late s, when I was 18, I lodged with a retired couple in the sleepy town of Budleigh Salterton. Their accommodation was in the upstairs flat of a grand old Victorian house in extensive grounds near where I worked. Mr W was a retired police chief and his wife had been, for much of her working life, a matron at a girls public school They had two children, a girl and a boy, slightly older than me who lived in London. They were both tall, elegantly dressed people and well spoken.
Have you ever checked out the discussion boards? It is interesting how often they are about spanking in all its forms. The best threads are those about young women who oh so reluctantly have to submit to a punishment they say they are too old for.