Chapter Four
I left the party eight pound ten shillings the better off. On the down side my arse was so sore I could barely keep it in touch with the upholstered seat of the taxi.
“Happy?” Carol inquired having earned a tenner for her professional services.
I was; very happy indeed. I was ashamed too, for not feeling guilty about my conduct. There I was not long past my seventeenth, and fifty strangers had seen me in my birthday suit. I had been spanked in front of them, even though I swore it would never happen to me again. I suppose in my favour, I did regret the marks. Initially they compounded the euphoria, that complex reaction that offered so much depth. When it was done, and my flesh sizzled like a hot frying pan, then the marks accentuated the whole devilish outcome, flooded the
