CHAPTER 1
The garden gate squeaked as I walked up the path and I wondered how many other guys had heard that squeak in similar circumstances. I was carrying my brief case but unlike its usual contents such as files, work related paperwork and the like, today it was acting as camoflage for a leather tawse and various other implements for bringing a rosy flush to women’s bottoms (I also had a full length school cane standing up in the poacher’s pocket in the back lining of my Barbour jacket!). Anyway, this wasn’t work. I had joined one of those web sites where the common interest was spanking. People who either wanted to spank fellow members or who other members to spank them! I was a member of the former category and the lady I was calling on was one of the latter! I had been writing to Sandra for some weeks now, firstly through the site itself but that had proved restrictive and eventually we had agreed to meet outside; well, we had agreed to email each other by addresses away from the spanking site and having got as far as the odd telephone conversation we had finally agreed to meet for real. I was really excited at the prospect of finally meeting Sandra and carrying out those practices which we had been fantasising about for so long, into reality. We had always been very open about the effect spanking had on us and most of our telephone, email or instant messenger conversations had ended in both of us breathing very hard and having to reach for tissues. I had told her that it was part of my fantasies that she should not wear jeans and that she should expect to be spanked in a shortish dark skirt, barely black or tan stockings and suspenders …….. but I might occasionally allow hold-ups……. and plain black or white knickers. I should also prefer a plain white or cream front buttoned top and an underwired lacy white bra. She should also be wearing black high heeled shoes. She had assured me that this would be no problem! I rang the bell and waited with my pulse racing.