Once he’s disappeared from view, I shut the door and head for the kitchen for a drink of something cool and refreshing, a soft hum leaving my lips. ...fter getting my drink, I perch myself on the sink with my legs partially spread and I peer out of the window into the neighbor’s yard. My blue eyes catch a lovely sight of our neighbor’s gloriously shaped bum and the instant desire to knead and spank it overwhelmed me. Our neighbor, Alicia, was a nice young woman in her early thirties with the. The trouble had started a little bit before she met him. She endured the heat between her legs for as long as she could.It was about control. Nancy needed control, that was why she went to such extremes to become the center of attention again. Huddling in a stall in the girl's restroom, she knew that her situation was not at all unusual; women that dabbled with magic often had bouts of hyper-lactation, impossible breast-growth, and uncontrollable lust. But Nancy hadn't expected it to be like. “What is it this time Suzanne?” “Smoking in the toilets, Sir.” She stood in front of his desk, one hip thrust forward, deliberately provocatively. Mr. French sighed in resignation of an on-going and unfathomable problem. It seemed that he and this particular young lady were having these chastisement meetings rather more frequently than he would like. “Adopt the position.” Suzanne was a problem, a constant problem. At Saint Agnes School for girls, she was the misfit. Her sixteen year old. (she was famous!)The cottage was an old Victorian workers place; front door with one window to the left, and a hallway in front of you when you walked in. Then there was the second bedroom on the left, and you walked into the living room, with the kitchen at the back followed by the bathroom. The place had no heating except for a pot belly stove in the kitchen but I didn't mind. I was a builder, and always had a trailer full of timber offcuts. The house was always warm, and Sue said she was.