Amy turned her back to me and only occasionally looked over her shoulder at me as I began to gently caress her petite body. She was still in her night...e, bra and panties, and since she was not responding to my touch, I was starting to wonder what I had got myself in for. The only words I said to her was "If you want me to stop, just say so". Shortly after Leo returned from the shower, pulled back the doona to get in, and when he realised we were still dressed, he helped Amy remove her nightie,. The dry, cold rustlingof the fabric as I lifted the garment away from the surroundingclothing. And then - from the dangling suspenders; a tiny and delicatefairy-like metallic tinkling noise, which sounded for all the worldlike my Personal Death Knell!If my mother returned unexpectedly at that precise moment, anddiscovered me in her bedroom holding one of her corsets in my hand,the possible consequences would have been too terrible for me tocontemplate. I hastily shut the drawer; walked out of. If a child, or his wife, displeased him to the point of anger, he would haul them off to their bedroom and turn them over his knee for a good dose with his hands. But the weekly spanking was more measured, collected and vicious. For that he used either a belt or a big ruler, counted up the points in the record, and announced a number of strokes. It was then knickers or trousers down and over his knee. By the tenth stroke he'd have his victim crying and by the end they'd be screaming. His wife. When the kiss finally broke, she said "Follow me, Sam." After Sam took her hand, she led him from the room seemingly oblivious to everything and everyone left behind.Suddenly, I found myself growing frightened."Janna." said the woman. "Come and meet Eddie."Another willowy beauty appeared as the light flared once more. Her hairwas shoulder-length and raven black. Eddie didn't like his women to havehair longer than shoulder-length. But Eddie's and Sam's fantasies didshare a common ground. .