I opened the door and stepped in.Candles were lit on the vanity, reflected in the mirror. The room was pristinely clean, the bed turned down with sati... sheets reflecting a subtle sheen. Beside the bed, Wendy knelt on the floor, naked save the silver collar with its tiger-eye stone at her throat. Her knees were shoulder width apart, her hands clasped behind her back and her mouth slight open as she stared straight ahead.I hated this.No, not hated. I loved Wendy, but when she went into this. He laughed and said ‘Well…It could be worse…It could be carpet burns on your back.’ My face was instantly red. I felt Josh’s arms sliding up my back as he slowly set me down. He watched my face as he let me go and by the look in his eyes, I didn’t think he wanted to let me go. He leaned into my ear when I was standing on my own and whispered ‘Or a red bottom from a good spanking.’ I didn’t think my face could get any redder…I was wrong…I hoped they would think my face was red from the rain. “Do you like it?” he had asked. Lydia had nodded. “The thing is,” he continued, hesitantly, “we should probably wait a while to make it, well, public, don’t you think? I mean, not for very long, just until.....” His voice had drifted away into space. It was Friday night again. Lydia went to her wardrobe and pulled out the black dress that she always wore on Friday nights when she visited Michael. ‘Puritan chic’, she would say to herself. She laid it on her bed, next to the letter with the. "Dave nodded, "Yes, and this is my good friend and caddie, Alec."Alec and Harry shook hands before Harry explained, "I have had several requests from members to play with you. Lord Edward spread the word that you were returning and he says he wants a rematch. John is traveling abroad so Alec will make four. Do you remember Ross Johnson? He was the club champion when you were last here." Dave nodded as he remembered playing with Ross and two of his friends. "Ross would like to have a game with.