It was something that she had fantasized about on many a lonely night, the stuff of trashy romance novels that she would never admit to enjoying, ‘C...aws of the Tiger’ being a personal favorite of hers.Now she was stuck on this base for at least one night, snowed in with a whole pack of Borealans. While they were a little more portly than the chiseled Adonises she was used to seeing on the station, that one male in particular looked like he could crush a marble pillar in his arms, after getting. She slowly walked across the marble floors marveling at the extravagance he had gone to for her. He walked purposely across the floor to the living area where there were two chairs set up and facing each other. One was a plush black leather wing back chair the other a simple wooden kitchen chair from an ordinary kitchen table. The wooden chair looked very out of place in the room and she wondered why it was there. He took a seat in the plush black leather chair and pointed to her to have a seat. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker’s Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them. Chapter Thirteen. Enid’s Fantasy Enid’s morning story of the cousins deceiving their partners by swapping beds, had amused the guests, though Emma did say that it reminded her of the play by Vanbrugh, called ‘The Relapse.’ ‘Ah, but in the play the men get their woman. In my story, the women get their man!’ ‘True,’ Emma conceded.. I was shocked and frightened, but I couldn’t stay away. He phoned me at home four days later, crafty bugger, leaving it until I had almost given up hope of a phone call. I am not like you. I never dreamed and fantasised about spanking and submission, and at first I hated it, but I loved him too much to resist. Then suddenly, one day he was caning me hard, and I realised that I was loving it. Not so much the pain, but the helplessness and surrender. I was totally his. ‘The difference with.