She also had a clipboard. “I will always weigh you with little or no clothes, so step on the scale. Okay. We have your starting weight. Now let me m...asure you.” She took some measurements, and wrote everything on some papers on her clipboard. “Put the scale, measuring tape and clipboard on the table with your clothes, and stand in front of me with your hands behind you.” I did so and stood in front of her again. “A good spanking works the best on the bare skin, so hold still.” Next, to my. Her boobs looked so big and were pushed up. She was in her fifties now, but they had the bounce of someone much younger and didn’t have many wrinkles. Her arms were toned, as were her legs from all her Pilates and she had a bit of tummy, probably a bit of middle age spread and she had, had two k**s. As she came towards me, I couldn’t take my eyes of her boobs, as they bounced along. She had a real womanly body She bent down and put her boobs in my face and said,“Well you better undo my bra. Utter embarrassments envelops me and utter my quick apologies and leave briskly with eyes still on the ladies I walk toward the door bumping a table before I make my exit. It the street I am enveloped by the mass of passers by. Walking along I see face after face of my long lost desire, feeling saddened by the whole affair, walking aimlessly towards nowhere in particular down the street towards nowhere in particular, I come across a park bench on the sidewalk and decide to sit and gather my. “I, I don’t know Sir,” I stammer. “Maybe you should tell me yourself, in your own words.” “It wasn’t my fault!” I protest. “Jimmy Porter said if I didn’t let him kiss me, he’d say he’d seen me buying fags…cigarettes…from Patel’s on my way home. And even if I was, they were for my dad.”“So you were kissing Jimmy Porter, is that it?”“Yes Sir.” “Is that all?”“Yes Sir.”“Hm. That’s not quite what Miss Primrose told me.”He picks up a piece of paper from his desk, and looks at me again, before reading.