How long in my life have I spent dreaming about spanking?
Its a shame someone didn’t put me on an hourly rate years ago, as I might now be a wealthy man.
Incredibly I am, despite being middle-aged and happily married daydreaming still.
It must have been in my formative years when I first consciously became aware of these dreams.
The rain was falling on the roof and I was lying with the lights switched off on my bed one evening and I thought of the lovely Miss Ross.
Her perfumed presence had been driving me wild all year.
I wasn’t the only one either as she made a nice change from the hairy-faced harridans and child-hating curmudgeons that had overshadowed my early schooling.
The entire class loved this warm-hearted woman, who made going to school joy and learning fun.
Part of her charm was her attitude to discipline.
