She then presented the strap in front of me as she had done with her daughter and told me to kiss it.I kissed the piece of leather just like Carol.“...lease Mrs Whittingham, administer my punishment with no mercy I deserve it” I found myself saying where the hell did that come from. I then bent over the edge of the settee grasping the main area and waiting. I heard the couple of what I presumed were practice swishes before I heard and felt the crack of leather connecting with my bottom.“One” said. But the invitation still stands.’ ‘Much as I’ve enjoyed our time together this evening, I don’t think that this would be a good idea just now. I might be tempted to…’ I let the thought hang there. ‘I know. I probably would be tempted as well, but, you are right, now is neither the time nor the place for this. I’ll see you at breakfast, I’ll look forward to seeing you at breakfast.’ With that she stood on her toes and kissed me, passionately, on the lips before breaking away and slipping through. She used to come at 6.00 in the morning and leave by evening 6.30 to her own house staying the whole day. We used to leave to our work site at 8.00 morning and return after 6.00 in the evening. I tried to be friendly with her and came to know that she has a daughter studying in 10th and son studying in 5th and she is working to support their education. According to local custom she had married her uncle twelve years older than her and her husband is useless to support the family, and interested. I asked about the farmer who was going to retire. They pointed to an old guy rocking in a chair near the pot-bellied stove. He grinned at me and said, "Want to buy me out, Grayson? I know you bought out Bert and Pete. I ain't going to give my place away like they did, but I'll sell out to you." How big a place do you have and how much of it is cultivated?" I asked, thinking that I might need more ground for hay and grain."A total of two hundred acres, but only a hundred seventy are.