Book description
Every stroke produced a frantic, immodest weaving of hips and drumming
of toes, but Mrs Burton somehow managed to maintain her stance, keeping
some shred of decorum as her curvaceous bottom was soundly whipped.
'Well done,' he said, 'you took that caning very well, now stay exactly
where you are and I'll reward your fortitude.' 'Thank you,' Mrs Burton
replied huskily, 'that would be lovely.' In town and in the country, in
offices and suburban semis, women have been getting their first
spanking. Reluctantly, hesitantly, sometimes forcibly; some even
discovering a taste for further punishment. Perhaps that's why the woman
sat next to you on the train is smiling? Over-confident career women are
tamed and petulant young wives receive a stinging comeuppance in this
compelling collection of short stories written by Laurel Aspen, who may
well have been present at the time... Every stroke produced a frantic,
immodest weaving of hips and drumming of toes, but Mrs Burton somehow
managed to maintain her stance, keeping some shred of decorum as her
curvaceous bottom was soundly whipped. 'Well done,' he said, 'you took
that caning very well, now stay exactly where you are and I'll reward
your fortitude.' 'Thank you,' Mrs Burton replied huskily, 'that would be
lovely.' In town and in the country, in offices and suburban semis,
women have been getting their first spanking. Reluctantly, hesitantly,
sometimes forcibly; some even discovering a taste for further
punishment. Perhaps that's why the woman sat next to you on the train is
smiling? Over-confident career women are tamed and petulant young wives
receive a stinging comeuppance in this compelling collection of short
stories written by Laurel Aspen, who may well have been present at the
time...
