There followed a brief time of breathless expectation before it whistled down and lashed hard into the centre of my buttocks.

He reaches out and undoes my belt and jeans and slide them down while telling me to step out and kick them to the side. But he did, moaning with very real pleasure, and was very definitely rock hard and rampant by the time we’d finished.In fact the whole business of the hard stuff when it came to close and touch encounters was way out of line for . As we all sat around chatting, I couldn't help looking from one guy to the next--I hoped that I wasn't being too obvious. This time, with a bit of effort, I tipped the heavy trunk over and started a more detailed audit of the contents. All seemed fine until one day Henry really went overboard, the firm spanking in my tight jeans was one thing but what he anted afterwards was just too much. I stared at him, clad still in his filthy and sooty garb, face streaked with sweat, blackened with coal-dust.

Footsteps were audible on the stair and I quickly laid the cane down on Craig’s desk and then we both stood, hands behind us, waiting nervously. The two guys left the city and no-one has taken up the role since; but the father of one of them still has the sleigh in his garage and so you pair are going to revive the tradition. He is hitting him on the top of his legs and John’s bottom is really red all over his cheeks and on his legs as well. I haven’t counted them all but I think uncle must have smacked him a hundred times, easily, and still he is going on.

Driving your dad’s car when we’d had a good drink and skidding on the ice and then crashing through the hedge into the kids’ play-park at one in the morning; and being told we were lucky Uncle Jim knows the local policeman well and got him to agree not to take things further if he promised to deal with us properly? A young guy, maybe in his early twenties, came up, clearly from his coal-streaked face and arms and grubby clothing, the coal-man’s assistant. He was slapping my ass so hard that the smacks produced were almost ear-shatteringly loud, ringing in my head.