John stroked his hard cock under the sheets and contemplated masturbating but then everything was black and he was snoring. The long drive had taken i...s toll and John fell into a deep sleep. The cacophony sounds of raucous mountain birds finding their morning breakfast mingled with people’s voices awakened John from his warm slumbers. John’s still heavy eyelids lifted reluctantly and he cast a glance over at the bedside clock. Shit it was already ten in the morning. For John who was used to. I also get the benefit of being able to work from home. The workweek is typical, Monday through Friday, nothing out of the ordinary, so I look for ways to spice it up, so to speak. That is where my passion for corporal punishment comes in. I have collected CP magazines and DVDs for years, and more recently downloaded much material from the internet. I have a nice collection of punishment instruments and other items collected over time. The toy collection as I like to refer to it.I like to keep. So the club was open all week, with the dances usually held on the Saturday nights but on occasions other nights too depending on the reason or season, unless there was other entertainments like a concert planned. Sunday was a quiet day, when some ladies would drop in for a drink or just to chat for a couple of hours, particularly in the evening. Margaret and Florence finally arrived and we all took a seat at a table in the dance hall, as was common in these days the lighting was subdued once. " OK. Maybe," she said, taking her son by the hand and going through the gate.A group of three kids came up to me and I passed out candy. By the time they left, Juanita and Enrique were out of sight. I was sorry to see her go. I'd enjoyed talking with her. She was a beautiful woman but the whole conversation had been between two people who were comfortable with each other. Two people who had some things in common despite the difference in ages. The idea of sex never entered in from my side..