I turned to the Receptionist and bade her an interesting rest of the day, and she wished me the best of luck with a beaming smile.I was ushered into a...comfortable office, dark wood-lined in oak, with old pictures of the Victorian founders of the ancient company and pictures of old steam engines and a factory floor with pulleys and overhead leather belts driving the old machinery. Sitting at a heavy and ancient desk was a tall, older and distinguished-looking man with a grey moustache, who stood. He turned to the case and opened the clasp. From the case he extracted a heavy wooden paddle I had never seen before. It was a deep, dark color with holes, about 16 inches long. I had emailed a picture to Daddy weeks ago on my wish list of presents I wanted for my birthday. Daddy hadn’t said anything at the time. “And can anyone tell me if corporal punishment is still legal in this country?” No one ventured an answer. “No? Well, perhaps your teacher knows the answer. Krystenah?” He turned to. The Master is no fool. I have no doubts that he can see right through my façade. He bends down to my level and cups my chin in his hand. My breath hitches at the contact. Tilting my head back, he looks into my eyes. "That's my good girl," he says before capturing my lips with his own. * This simple gesture is my cue that I'm allowed to move at my own free will. Yet, I stay put. When he turns and makes his way back toward the couch, I count up to ten. Only on the strike of ten do I dare rise. We went down to the south east coast of England and booked into a hotel while we looked round for a suitable property.Over dinner that evening in the hotel, we discussed our plans for the future, I was wearing a little white mini skirt that showed a lot of leg when I sat down, Terry told me I looked good and I certainly felt it, he laid a hand on my thigh and toyed with the hem of my skirt while we talked, we decided to visit the registry office in the town where we were just to check for any.