His thoughts drifted off,as he sat in the reception area,he drifted off into a daydream, he watched the teenage receptionist flitting around in her short mini-skirt,a young trollop no doubt like all her sort, I'd
love to spank her bare arse red raw,tan her black and blue,wrists
tightly bound with rough twine,in his dream he is forcing her to bend
over the table he quickly whips down her tiny panties,they nestle
around her slim ankles,he quickly launches a salvo of hard spanks to
her thighs just below the hem of her black mini-skirt,she yelps a high pitched cry of surprise and pain as his large workworn caloused palm strikes her tender flesh, please let me go she calls in a sing song voice, he hasnt started yet he will have her singing a different tune shortly, "you'll be called soon,Mr.jarvis" oh what? oh yes thanks,he stuttered aroused from his reverie by the petite blonde girl, she gives him a pleasant smile,she turns quickly and he glimpses her panties as her short skirt flies up.it,ll take more than a nice smile to save your worthless hide he thinks as he returns to his daydream, pushing her further down on the table he steps back, please let me go she pleads i wont tell anyone,she is close to tears, he begins spanking her bare bottom the the smooth milky white flesh rapidly reddens, she cries and begs for mercy as he lands hard spanks on the centre of each of her tender cheeks in turn, she sobs and gasps for mercy,but he adjusts his stance I,ll teach you a lesson you wont forget you spoilt little madam, he imagines she has recently left some secondary modern school where she was allowed to run wild, indulgent parents showering her with gifts rather than discipling her, adjusting his stance he administeres a series of hard spanks to the upper segment of her rounded little bottom, by now her words are incoherent,she can only emit gasping sobs, "right you little minx I havnt finished with you by a long chalk"he utters in a harsh voice, "Mr.Jarvis",his reverie is interupted,"you can go in now" the blonde teenager smiles at him, "oh yes of course" he stutters, red faced, what a nice man the girls thinks to her self,not like that brute of a father I had, a drunken Irish
navvy who spent all his wage on drinks and tabs, beating their mum
up regularly when her sister and her had reached their teens they tried
to defend their mum, receiving thrashings with his belt for their
trouble, thank God he had gone, she thought,
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