Chapter Four
No matter how quiet one tries to keep something, word will inevitably spread. Within a week the stationed troops were calling Frenchie Annie Oakley. And the trip was authorised for the week after.
“You said it wasn’t the first time you had been spanked,” Mike asked seeking information.
“No I was actually put over a Major’s knee in Verdun. You spanking me I accept. Him I did not and came very close to shooting him.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Can you go down to the bar first.”
“You want a drink?”
“I want an ice bucket.”
“For?”
“My bruised and battered not to mention exceedingly hot bum.”
“You don’t want to sit either then?”
“The cushions are very good. I can sit on them.”
“You don’t want my hand again then?”
“A spanking wouldn’t be a spanking if there wasn’t a painful af
