..... it was all right last time wasn't it?' 'Yes but...................' 'Look..... I happen to like being s...anked... it does wonderful things for me... your dad smacks my bottom nearly every night and when you're not around he spanks me over his knee and uses a slipper or a strap and even canes me. When you stayed with your Aunty last month he made bend over in the lounge and gave me I started to smack her bottom over her lacy knickers . My hips swaying to the rhythm as I sliced the carrot in time to the beat. I was having a wonderful time when I felt something brush my shoulder. Startled, I dropped the knife and turned around.....It was you...arrived home early from work...wanting to surprise me. I was so carried away with the music that I didn't hear your car in the drive or your key in the door. "Honey, I'm sorry I startled you" you said "I was standing watching you for a little while, loving the way you were having such. Halloween came around my dad was stuck working nights, so my step-mum decided to attend their friend's costume party by herself, I was stuck at home handing out the sweets because I had assessments to sit the next day. So while I was in the living room, my step-mum was getting into her costume. A few minutes I heard from behind me as she walked in "What do you think ?" as she then stood in front of me wearing a very skin tight Lycra Catwoman costume, even with headgear like in Arkham City. I. Perhaps with an adult male she felt threatened, who knows. She, that’s his stepmother, thin, 5foot 7, sandy haired and despite her sexual indifference to his father, which of course he neither knew about or understood. She was never one to hide her-self from the boy, realising he was sexually curious, although, then he didn’t understand the signs, now he recognises them he wonders if he had been more worldly-wise perhaps would it have done him more good. In the early 60s in that town, young.