Peg’s Spanking Party
Jacob Wilder checked his watch seeing that is was nearly nine o’clock and there was no Chris in sight. He’d left his wife with specific instructions to be at Peg’s by eight, and her absence annoyed him.
“Where’s your bride?”
Jacob turned to see Peg giving him her slow seductive advance.
“Not here yet,”
“Too bad, I was anxious to meet her, you’ve been keeping her in hiding for too long.”
“She’s a little reluctant about gatherings like this.”
“Oh, we’re really very harmless,” Peg said. Of course, Jacob already knew that. Peg didn’t need to reassure him; he’d been going to her annual spanking bash for ten years. And this year’s proved to be better than ever, as he appraised the splendidly attired guests. There were some in costume, a few in wicked corsets and
