.." You got distracted," My wife said, "I understand." Would ... uh ... would you like it ... now?" Robert asked."Sure ... thank you."Robert stood-up ...and trotted into the house.My wife looked at me and smirked. She took a sip of her coffee."Happy birthday," I said."Thank you," She said."You sleep?" I asked."Some. Not enough," She said, "Smushed between you two like I was." We should probably get a bigger bed." I'd still get smushed," She said.She lifted her leg and rested her ankle on my knee.. And now it was out in the open!"Girls I want you to stand either side of and point at his 'masculine'underwear so I can get a picture in case she tries to pretend this neverhappened. That's it," she said as the girls burst out laughing whilstdoing what their mother told them. I heard the clicking noise on herdigital camera."Give me that camera!" I said."Sally please persuade, what shall we call her? Charlotte Lapute? No,that's not right. She's a maid and doesn't need a surname - Charlotte. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her mentally or physically particularly mentally as that might produce long term injury. He certainly was not into SM. In any case he had not got the equipment.So, he thought to himself, it would have to be a spanking but then again he did not want to hurt, let alone mark, that beautiful bottom. OK, he could make a big thing of it and then only lightly spank her but then the thought of hitting her even gently with his hand went against the grain.On. " Thanks, mum," Sarah says with a bashful smile as she cuddles up closerto me. "I couldn't have done it without you. OR without my best girlNikki!" You probably could've," I say in my practised feminine voice as Sarahgives me a quick cuddle. "I mean, you're the uber-talented designer, I'mjust a clothes horse with a face." No," Sarah quickly corrects me, "you're a supermodel. You really coulddo this professionally." Um, are you forgetting the small problem with that?" I sigh. "No modelagency's.