For a start, that damned internal clock inside her was ticking away furiously. She would be thirty years old next birthday and was still a single woma..., living alone, a salient fact that her mother never failed to remind her about at every single opportunity that presented itself. Only her mother could make her marital status, or spinsterhood, appear to be a failure, akin to being late to be potty trained, learn to walk or talk when she was a baby or becoming a toddler.Even though she loved the. She suggested we went out for drink after work to cheer me up and I must admit the idea appealed, so when we finished we went down the road to a wine bar and sat down outside in the sun with our drinks.Probably because I was so down I was drinking more than she, maybe a good two glasses to every one of hers and the first bottle quickly turned into a second. After a bit I loosened up and told her about having split up and she was very supportive as she said she had been through the same thing. They led me back to the kitchen, sat me down, and began to make dinnertogether. Soon, they were laughing, turning the act of making a mealinto a dance. It then struck me the quality they shared, it was Love.Love as if it was a liquid they bathed in, a pool they swam and splashedin. It was a warmth and light that radiated from both of them, spreadingto the whole room.Each also made a point to include me in their dance, creating a feelingof safety and security unlike anything I had ever. She started to protest at this and he explained that his punishment wasn’t enough as her behaviour was getting worse.He pulled a straight backed chair into the centre of the room, sat on it and motioned to her to bend over his knee. He pulled her short skirt as best as it would upwards revealing white large knickers. He then proceeded to spank quite hard and you could see the cheeks reddening. He stopped made her stand then told her to remove the skirt and knickers. She screamed at him NO. He.