Caroline had been a willful child and had finally led her aunt to employ corporal punishment to keep her in line. At first she had resented it, scream...d and shouted and even run away a couple of times. Eventually however she realised that her aunt loved her very much and was only doing what she felt was best for her niece. There were times when she even welcomed the punishment as it provided a release of pent up frustrations. It always hurt like hell as her aunt employed hand, hairbrush,. “No. Come over here.”Her voice had a certain urgency to it. She wasn’t asking at all. She was telling. So I obliged.I went and stood by her and watched as she stuck out her hand towards me.“Well what you waiting for?”I didn’t quite understand what was happening. “What are you talking about?” I replied.She simply stared seriously at me and said, “Lick it off.”I was dumbstruck. It seemed an unusual request and to be quite honest I’d always found the idea of tasting your own cum rather. She wanked him off over her tits while he fingered her cunt in her parents house. I asked him how she kept her pussy then, and he told me that it was fully shaven. I asked him if she wanked him off until he spunked. She did, over her tits, he said. I asked if he made her orgasm with his hands. He said he didn't know.My initial reaction at all of all wasn't as bad I might have thought it could have been. After all, they we both consenting adults and it could have been a hell of a lot worse.Now. Amazingly, my former employer had written a letter of recommendation, even though I didn't ask for one. When I talked to him on that Monday he was very understanding, telling me that politics wasn't for the faint-hearted. He might have added ethical but didn't.I was called in for six interviews, three with newspapers, one with a weekly magazine, and two with radio stations. Each of them wanted to dwell on my experience in the political environment rather than my writing ability. I didn't hold.