Ingrid said after a while, “Mrs Ruth has a son and daughter in their twenties.” Ash knew them, or at least said hullo when she saw them. Ingrid co...ntinued, “She spanks them both.” Ash gasped wide eyed. She didn’t know that. “I often arrive to hear one or other of them being spanked, or they have red eyes from crying. Mrs Ruth has a very quick temper. A bit like me.” Ingrid smiled when she saw to frown on Ash’s face when she realised what that meant. Ingrid continued, “I watched her spank her. She was big. Not so much tall, but broad and busty, and very beautiful. Fairer in complexion than her companion, she had the sweetest, most angelic face. Angelic, yet commanding, with a presence like she'd take no shit from anybody. High stiletto heels helped her to cut a figure that was statuesque, imposing. Quite a lot of dimpled thigh showed below the stretchy black mini-skirt that hugged her butt. Her red top was also stretchy and it scooped low across her chest to show the jiggling tops of. Well I knew this didn’t go as planned, not by a long way. It had sounded so easy when we hatched the plan. Steph says she will accept a spanking if her Mum knows of another 28 year old who is spanked. I get spanked in front of Melissa. Melissa spanks Steph, and Steph leaves the door open for another spanking or two, then back to normal for Steph and just the odd spanking. Of course there was the risk when Steph had told her Mum to find someone else of 28 who got spanked that Melissa would want. He leaned against the bar giving him a clear view of the room and the barman. The room watched him.“Bird or beast?” asked the barman.“What manner of beast?” asked Sid knowing that beast could refer to any meat, including mutton, goat, pork, venison, and beef.“Rabbit,” answered the barman.“Sounds good to me.”Refreshed from a full night’s sleep, Sid woke alone in the room of the inn. No roommates had disturbed his sleep and the public room had been exceptionally quiet once he left. Sitting up in.