Stanton (as we shall call him). He was a man in his fifties, bearded, rather austere but nevertheless rather elegant. His academic credentials were im...peccable, although were hints of some murky past - something to the effect of his being rather too strict a disciplinarian and, indeed, at his interview he asked about the school's policy on corporal punishment. The trustees told him that the school had always adhered to the belief that to spare the rod would spoil the c***d, and they were happy. He was awake. ‘You can use the water now, if you want to.’ Not waiting for his reaction, she went to put a log on the fire and checked on the clothes. Feeling them still damp she moved the rack a bit to the side and bent to retrieve the blue petticoat where it had fallen on the floor. Straightening up again she felt his eyes on her. She lifted her gaze and saw his blue eyes full of turmoil, longing, desire, anguish and uncertainty all rolled into one. ‘What?’ She felt irritated by that look.. Tired from travel we drop our bags, shower together, and after a relaxing fuck doze off in the comfort of our featherbed. We wake to a bell tower and the sounds of a rocking city friday night. Revelers in the streets. The high pitched buzz of motorbikes. The odd car horn. My wife suggests going clubbing as we are unlikely to get back to sleep after our serious power nap. She is full of energy as she springs out of bed and heads to the bathroom to put herself together. She roots around in. ..stand still" which Idid as Lois checked to make sure that everything looked to be in place."Don't tuck the shirt in" she said with a hint of annoyance showing inher voice. "Girls NEVER tuck their shirts in." she admonished me, then seeing thesurprised hurt on my face, started to smile at me. "Undo your bottom 4buttons" which I hurriedly did. She then moved forward and tied bothsides of my shirt front together.Lois then stood back for a moment looked closely at the result, beforeshaking her.