So, we went shopping for fancy dress. A local theatrical costumier hires out its stock.

“We’re after Regency era outfits for a party.”

“Pride and Prejudice?”

“No, spanking, actually.”

I didn’t say that, of course. Sometimes the truth can be just a little too truthful. But the young lady who helped us was so adorably cute, and so enthusiastic about our preparations, that I teased: “You’ll be wanting to come to the party yourself, next.”

Fortunately, we’d already given her the dates for the hire, and she’ll be at work. Just as well, really: much as I would have enjoyed her participation, I think she might have been just a tad taken aback.

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