You never know your luck.This is a true story. All Uncle Arthur's stories are. He was a soldier.He joined the British Army as a Boy Soldier in the day... when discipline was really tough, he said, and boy soldiers were super-men by comparison with the weedy bunch of wimps and women he sees shuffling around in uniform today.After six weeks of square-bashing, early morning PT in four below zero, forced marches in FSMO - field service marching order, he explained - five grudge matches in the Gym and. I was sure she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen when Pete brought her to meet the f****y. He was attending college on a full-ride football ‘scholarship.’ In keeping with her interest in dance and her beauty, Andrea was a cheerleader. Cheerleader… Jock. Bacon and. Eggs, Horse and Buggy. But they seemed happy together although it seemed to me that Andrea had more light bulbs in her chandelier than Pete. Marrying him killed her potential as a ballerina, but all those years of. ” Vivian replied.Then I started to spank her with my hand. First lighter spanks, then harder and harder spanks. I always like to see a woman’s bottom turn nice and red, when I have finished her spanking. I was also spanking her all over her poor naughty bottom. From her upper thighs to the small of her back.“Stand up and take off that dress.” I said. “It’s getting in the way of your spanking.”Vivian answered with “Yes, Sir,” and then stood up and obediently, took off her dress.Now I could see. I took a magazine or two out to the porch to readto pass the time. I wanted to take advantage of the cool morning airbefore it got too hot to be outside. The street in front is not a busy street and there were not many carspassing by, a few honked as they passed by and the drivers waved, Iwaved back. I don't know if they thought I was my sister or if theyjust saw a good looking woman and wanted to be friendly. I don't knowwhat I would have done if they knew my sister and stopped by to chat,that.