Chapter Nine
“One...”
“And?” asked the woman he had only been introduced to as Miss Norcross not two hours before.
Brian Fordham was in an understandable condition of mortification and no small physical discomfort after only one stroke from the wooden paddle the fifty-something woman with the short-cropped grey hair had just brought down upon his… naked… behind.
Naked!
He, Brian Fordham, a grown man in his forties. Bent over with his fingertips touching his toes — or as near as the slight paunch at his midriff and the aching ligaments running the length of legs unused to such a position would allow. Bare-arse naked before a prematurely matronly looking woman he had only just met.
It all seemed so… so… unreal.
Even if the first impact of wooden paddle against the white skin of his be
