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5 finding life`s partner

... asking about discipline, had his mother ever spanked him as a youth? His answer at last was one which gave her some hope, “yes he had been spanked, firstly as a youth like any c***d, but later for any little thing, like forgetting to water the hen run, or burning the toast, he thought his mother had enjoyed thrashing him so at times he had done little things so mother could enjoy herself. He went on to say he had had the crop as well, but only as a birthday treat for his old mum. By now Ursula was beginning to wriggle in her seat at the thought. “Tony, my late husband, loved to make me scream when we were first wed, he had been advised by his uncle to do so to “keep a new wife in her place” he had a crop which he used on me a lot, she said, but as time went on things changed and it was me that dominated him “ His subservient side was soon revealed and she said “He loved to be kept naked shackled to the wall of the cellar for a day and to be cropped for the most minor things.” He asked her if that was why old tom had never seen the cellars, and she coloured up a little before replying “perhaps” then in a near whisper again she said “ perhaps” There was a long pause while they both mulled over the possibilities of what they had revealed about their most inner feelings. It was Ursula who snapped out of the long embarrassed silence first, she stood and extended her hand to Tim, silently leading him through the quiet house to the door of the cellar. They stood before the old ...

... door Ursula, key in hand, both sensed that to open this door was to open Pandora`s box, nothing would be the same ever again if open it they did. They exchanged glances like two naughty school c***dren, and then Tim took the key and turned it in the stiff old lock. Ursula`s heart pounding now, as she pushed the door open revealing the once familiar steps down which she last led her husband all those years ago. The light of the dusty old bulb struggled with the gloom as together they stepped down to the dungeon like basement, Ursula flicked a hidden switch and on came spotlights illuminating for the first time in years, the shackles on the wall, the medieval stretching rack, and the whipping bench. Tim slowly turned round his eyes like saucers, a layer of un-trodden dust thick over everything; his eyes alighted on a cupboard in the corner and then looked askance of her. She nodded her silent agreement and he stepped forward and opened the doors to find it full of old leather restraints, crop`s, whip`s, flogger`s, paddle`s and tawse. They stared at the cupboards contents, each silently contemplating the leatherwear in their own way, neither could bring themselves to speak; he silently turned and kissed her hand. Within seconds they were embracing like people possessed, the pent up lust of the last few years turning to lust in seconds. She raised her hand in a motion to stop his embrace, “not here!” she gasped, taking his hand she dragged him back up to the kitchen and on into the ...