The third time we went in, my wife was in a hurry to get back to her 18 month old son.I can't deny that despite her mum being 50ish and probably a siz... 20 or more. Being short round and definitely a bbw, that I wasn't attracted to her.Given it was my birthday I thought my current g/f was just making something up to get me a card or whatever.My Mother In Law asked me to come to the office at the back of the shop and thinking nothing of it I complied. When we were in the office she told me "Donna. Oh and don'tforget, Paul's birthday drinks tonight, bar's on me."As everyone filed out I got up, walked over to the small bar in thecorner of the room and made myself a gin and tonic and looked out overLondon. I was bought out of my musings by a knock at the door. Ashleighwas stood there with what appeared to be a sixteen or seventeen-year-old,flat chested girl who was in need of a couple of good meals. She wasdressed in a short flared pink skirt, a white T shirt with the words'Daddy's girl'. Spanking her panties for a minute and then another and still two more minutes.Spank! Crack! Swat! Slap! Swap! Splut!The spanking made a strange noise as the hard spanks warmed her bottom and he could see the redden bottom globes turn a bright red under the thin white silk panties as well as the bared area of her lower cheeks.The spanks were not overly harsh, but the cumulative effect turned her” Ouch” to soft cries as he finished up the first segment of her spanking.Spank! Whack! Crack! Swat!. We spent the remainder of the cab ride making idle chit chat, she asked questions about my background: where I went to college (Yale), what brought me to the US (once again Yale), where I was living (Brooklyn), favorite movie (Casablanca), if I had a girlfriend (no) and a dozen other questions. I, in turn, managed to get a couple of questions of my own in as well: where she went to college (Harvard), where she lives (W71st and 8th… sickening), whether or not she had a boyfriend/husband (none of.