Spanking and Brass Bands

Abel pulled me over his outstretched legs and landed a few energetic smacks on my jean-clad behind, keeping to the rhythm of the music of our favourite brass band.

What he seemed to be forgetting was that we were sitting on the grass at an open-air concert: quite close to the stage, with about 300 people behind us.

Luckily, the old dears with their deck chairs and wine coolers looked more scandalised by snogging teenagers than by the sight of a man spanking his wife. That said, they didn’t cheer on, either.

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