If not, I'm sure I can think of something else," hesaid, giving her a wink.Denise thanked him and left taking St. James' Street, across the OldSteine ...to North Street. Sydney Street was at the end of one of the roadson the right. It took about half an hour, but she made it and was surprised that evenon a Sunday morning, there was still a lot of life in the town. She hadvisited it quite regularly as a child and whilst so much had changed,there was still so much that hadn't. Certainly, she. I looked down at Barbara's gorgeous tanned legs, her tiny tennis skirt had ridden up and her white cotton panties we're clearly visible, suddenly I felt quite excited at the thought of being spanked by the beautiful Barbara. I lay over her thighs as instructed and my erect penis was soon trapped between her bare flesh, I drifted off in a momment of ecstasy before I felt the first stinging blow from Barbara. Smack, after smack, rained down on my already tender behind, as I was suffering with. Embarrassed, I took a step back. She took a step back into me again and my cock found its place between her ass cheeks again."Does that feel good?" she asked."You know it does," I said.The car arrived and as she headed for the passenger door, she pulled her skirt up, well above her stocking tops. The valet was so shocked that he stood frozen in place. So she opened the door, herself, put her ass in and then swung those legs in.I was about to ask her what was wrong with the valet when I saw her. Computers have a long way to go before they evolve to the creative intelligence of typewriters, or even of ballpoint pens for that matter.Lisa had been quite successful over the years. She was the author of the bestselling romance series, "Bodice, She Ripped." She was the author, all right, but where did the ideas, the plots, the passionate gasps of the heroines come from? Where else? From my keys striking the the damn paper, that's where. No, not as the culmination of a chain of events.