I have since thought over it a hundred times, but cannot recollect one circumstance relating to the adventure more than I have told.My mother had been...giving advice to my cousin about maids. They were not to be trusted. "some time back, she had dismissed a maid of Walter, a filthy creature, whom she had detected in abominable practices; what they were my mother never disclosed. She hated indelicacies of any sort and usually cut short allusion to them by saying, it is not a subject to talk. Quickly setting the candle aside on the table to burn a little more, I slide the fingers of both hands through the warm oil spreading it slowly over your chest rubbing it slowly into your skin as the scent of lilacs fills the air. Just as you begin to settle into the pillows once more relaxing from the slow massage, i reach out taking the candle once more. Pouring more of the heated wax over your chest you tense from the sudden sting of the heated wax. I blow the candle out smiling to myself. Berkeley was now a member of Whitehouse's clubalthough generally Whitehouse steered clear of the man. It seemed toWhitehouse that Berkeley taught in a girls' school precisely becausethere were no boys about to tempt him into depravity. In any event, withthe Deputy Headmistress, Miss Hawksworth, Berkeley ran a disciplinedship where 'gels' became 'ladies'. This was the school Whitehouse wantedLorraine to attend.That morning, Lorraine dressed in the school's uniform of big blueknickers, white bra,. With that Paul established his pattern, a sharp slap on alternate bottom cheeks about every 5-10 seconds. The loud slaps reverberated through the living room. For a long time there seemed to be no reaction out of Amy. Her normal arousal from being spanked was totally missing. Paul was spanking harder than he normally spanked Amy, but seemingly without results. Amy closed her eyes and bit her lip against the increasing pain in her bottom. She was not enjoying this, nor did she want to. But she.