.. how are you...” I greeted her pleasantly, as I got up from the sofa and walked up to her.“Hello beta...” she managed to reply in a rather shy... voice, as I went up to her and shook her hand. As our fingers intertwined, I gave her hand an extra squeeze and winked at her; a gesture that caused her to blush violently.At this early hour in the morning, she was still dressed in one of her old frayed bottle green night gowns. Some of the hooks at the neck were missing, and she’d used safety pins to. The puddle of wax stood on herbedstand, presumably flickering out sometime in thedeepest night. I pulled my boxers over my legs, andleaned down, hopping quietly to slip my jeans over myfeet. “Whatcha doing?” Her voice whispered dreamily from thebed. I nearly fell as I turned, my jeans half up my thighs. She’d turned back over, curled up, her hands under hercheek. The bright sunlight slashed across her cheek, butshe’d positioned herself so that the beam. It suddenly dawned on me that I needed to be spanked myself. A recently retired Headmistress, Amelia, from a local secondary school had moved into our street. Rumour has it that she was asked to leave because she was caught striking her pupils with a ruler, but this was never proved. She looked like a very strict, domineering woman. She had a small and slender build but she had a strict stare that bore right into you. She was the woman I needed to be spanked by! I just needed to work out how to. His phone began to ring. She took the opportunity to jolt up out of his reach and say she wanted to help Sharmane clear up the food from the tables. She was dashing away from Gabriel before he could grab her again. Inside, she headed toward the bathroom where she locked herself in and leaned against the door with a heartfelt sigh. Oh-lord. How was she supposed to resist the temptation that was Gabriel? Stepping up to the sink, she splashed some cold water on her face until she remembered.