On my arrival I was taken into the lounge of her large Victorian terrace as we discussed what I wanted from the session over a coffee. I asked for a r...nge of implements and a hard caning, unwisely saying that I had been spanked and caned many times before and could withstand firm punishment. In truth my only experience to date had been a couple of encounters with the slipper and strap at school. More latterly though, I’d taken to experimenting spanking myself, often sneaking down to the shed at. “I am, husband though I suspect a map may come in handy in order to find the object of your affection beneath so many layers of cloth.” Henry reached down, grasped the first layer of her dress, and tugged it up over her bottom and folded it neatly across her back. Then another, and another. He smiled for it was like unwrapping some exotic present at Micklemas. One wrapping at a time. With each layer removed the shape of her bottom became more and more pronounced. And what a splendid bottom it. I have to pick up that blouse I let you borrow. See ya."With that, she clicked off and put her PC back on her waist. She returned to her duties. At the relay station the computer terminal that took her call identified the code phrase — "Hi Gina, this is Lisa Vaughn" - and automatically sent a copy of the message through several other relay stations. Two minutes later it arrived at the desk of Major Tim Sprinkle, head of MPG intelligence. He took one look at Lisa's message and knew, just by the. The man stared into Tim’s eyes. Tim felt as if his soul was being peeled open then it happened. In a kaleidoscope of flashing images he felt and saw it. HIS LIFE! He was in a pink, moist warm environment. He didn’t know how he knew it was pink because it was pitch black also. He heard a steady thump, thump, thump. He was warm and happy. He felt loved and safe. He heard a loving voice from his past say, ‘Honey I think I’m pregnant.’ He felt another burst of happiness and love then in rapid.