Michael had no choice but to take the job near Jedburgh in the borders. The 3 day week in late 1973 had led him to be redundant and he was lucky to find another company who wanted his engineering skills. His wife had said he should go stay with her parents in order to save money on accommodation. The job was the other end of the country from where he and his wife and baby daughter lived and it would have been impossible to travel to work each day.
He knew they needed to save money and he had no option but to do as his wife Lesley had suggested,
Michael had not lived in anyone else's home for at least 5 years. He had a flat share at Uni and then he lived as bachelor in his own house when he got his first job. His parents had helped him buy a terrace house, for not very much money, by today's standards.
He tried to settle in at his wife's parents home and to get used to being back for his mother-in-law's meals, but it was a suffocating experience. Sheila even made him eat breakfast like he was some sort of schoolboy. Once or twice she had commented on how much she now enjoyed having a boy in the family - they had only had daughters.
Things ticked along and he enjoyed the job. At the weekends he drove home to his wife and they used the two days to keep their marriage on the up and up. Kate would dress up in some sexy lingerie on Saturdays and the sex was good, but for Michael he knew there was always something unspoken that was missing from the relationship..
During the week when he was away he started stopping off at the pub before arriving home.
His mother-in-law did not know he was on the new flexi-time type of contract so for as long as he got to the office early and worked his lunch hour he could off early and keep some time for himself before getting to the house for dinner. Then one mid week evening he had arrived back at the usual time of 6 o'clock and when he said hello from the hall Sheila was a little bit off with him. She suggested that he change for dinner so he went upstairs to his room.
He opened the bedroom door and saw the Swish magazine on the counterpane open at a page where a young man was bent over supposedly being caned. Next to the magazine was a crisply ironed white handkerchief.
He knew immediately what had happened, He had wanked in bed the previous night, holding the spanking magazine in his left hand and expertly flicking the pages with his little finger whilst pumping away on his erection with his right hand. After spurting out his semen he had wiped his navel dry with a handkerchief that he had placed ready on the bedside table.
Lost in his in his post cum euphoria he had slid the magazine and the damp handkerchief under the valance of the bed. That morning he had awoken late, forgotten about the evidence lying on the carpet under the bed, showered and dashed off to work.
Shit, shit, shit he thought. Wednesday was room cleaning and bed changing day and Sheila like the good housewife she was had checked under the bed. Hi stomach was in knots and his head was spinning as he pictured thought of her rifling through the magazine with the young men and women being spanked and caned. On top that she had taken the crispy dried- cum stained handkerchief and washed it before so carefully starching and ironing it.
He sat on the bed and wondered what to do next. He had to go down and face his mother in law with a secret that even Lesley did not know about. Hos wife obviously knew he wanked. They had shared that experience many times but she had no idea he fantasized about having his bottom smacked like a naughty boy or spanking hers whilst she was in cute blue schoolgirl knickers. Now his wife's mother knew all that in quite some detail.
He was shocked out of his thoughts by the sudden knock on his door.
When you are ready Michael I will be waiting in the front room. John has gone to the Conservative Club this evening for some sort or meeting about Members of Parliament so we won't be disturbed. We have a lot to talk about.
Yes Sheila.
Oh and one more thing once you have washed just come downstairs in the fresh underpants I put out for you. And bring that strap with you. Nothing else.
Michael looked around the room and saw the pants on the dresser. Placed with them was a long tawse. He remembered hearing that Sheila's father had been a schoolteacher in the small Scottish town. He knew that would not be the first boy or girl to feel the sting of that leather strap on his bare behind, possibly Sheila's. He suddenly had a picture of her childhood sweetheart, John maybe bent over in front Sheila at the school they had both attended.
A few minutes later and he was taking one step after the other down the stairs to meet his destiny in the front room. He didn't know that on Friday he would be driving back to his wife with a blistered red bottom and a note and the strap on the car seat beside him.
