But it’s our fifth anniversary and Lynne loves to dance. So once a year I take her to a club and she gets to dance. Not with me. I can’t dance. We...l, I can fake a slow dance. But why bother. I just don’t see the point in dancing.Lynne won’t have any trouble finding dance partners. She’s hot. No, I didn’t say that right, she’s HOT! Yeah, that’s it. She’s 26, 5’4”, 110, long blonde hair and long, long legs. She has the cutest face and a smile that lights up a room. She’s wearing that short little. I want to feel productive. I have this degree in design and have never held a job of my own.”“Jenny, you have a job. You're a wonderful wife and mother. If you need more money, I'll increase your allowance.”“My allowance?” I exclaimed, with a frown. “My allowance? That's exactly what I'm talking about.”“Sorry, bad choice of words… Haven’t I always provided for you and the kids? Just where do you propose finding this job? It's not like you have a bulging resume. Besides, none of the partners’. Maybe we could 'play' back at the hotel?"Nick smiled then left the cubicle to go and pay with his credit card. As he was tucking the receipt into his wallet he glanced up at a display behind the counter. "What are those, madame?" Pour 'le spanking', monsieur. It is very English, I think?"Nick took a 50 Euro note from his wallet and slipped the spanking paddle into his. “I’m not very experienced,” I confessed.“Don’t worry, I am,” Prudence replied, “and I’ll try to make things good for you. Don’t worry, I’m clean. I get tested regularly.”“I’ve never been tested. And I don’t have any condoms. The church doesn’t approve of them.”“How many women have you been with?”“Just Anne,” I admitted.“She would have been tested as a matter of course when pregnant, so you’re clean too. And don’t worry about contraception. This isn’t my first rodeo and I take full.