But somewhere in the corner of my heart, I felt I may never ever get a chance to have her. Firstly because, she was not our house maid and secondly I ...id not know how to strike a conversation with her. So I left my feelings for her there, though I would secretly engulf her curves in my eyes every time I saw her.So, as nothing exciting was happening to interest me in the coming days I decided to wait for the tide to turn my way and so did it one fine day. It was a weekend when I was at home and. "This here's a friend, now, remember that," he said with a smile. "And stay out a'her bed. Her man was a good soldier, died bravely on Long Island. Him and me chased the girls together when we was young."I followed his map and about noon the next day found the farmhouse deep in the woods. It was a timber-framed, well-built place with a big barn and several outbuildings. Smoke trickled from the stone chimney. I rode clear around the homestead, did not see anything suspicious so stabled my horse,. “Some more wine?” Ethel asked, and Charlotte looked sideways and saw Ethel’s legs going from person to person; while her Mum was spanking her bare bottom. The sound of the spanks mixed with the sound of chatter and giggles from her Mum’s friends as the spanking proceeded apace, several spanks being applied to the same spot on the same bare bottom cheek which sent stings right across her bottom. Several consecutive spanks were also applied to the backs of Charlotte’s legs and that really stung. .”“Another chance for what? We were never a thing.”“I want you to be with me,” he said. “Leave your boyfriend. I’d be so much better to you—”“What the fuck makes you think you can say that?” I hissed. I was scared to death that Chad might overhear. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, and I can’t believe you’d even go there—”“Then I’ll wait for you,” Johan said. “When you’re ready, I’ll be there for you. I can’t wait to hold you again, and take care of you, and make love to you,.