From the Author "This is a complete rewrite of a story I wrote over 20 years ago when I first tried my hand at writing erotic spanking fiction. It was originally posted on the soc.sexuality.spanking and ABPES newsgroups as well as on my first blog called Spankorama. When that site got deleted, it had reached about 4 million hits and this story, along with one called Coal Miners Wife, had over a million page reads over the years. Some of you may remember those days. A couple of weeks ago, I went back into my archive and checked them out and it was pretty obvious how basic and poor my writing was back then. The original idea still works IMHO and this is my attempt at making this series of spanking stories so much better. Hope you enjoy them."
Thirty-two Winchester Road sat just off the main bypass heading into the West End of London where small businesses and retailers of all shapes and sizes went about their trade. Today was the 20th of November and a steady drizzle fell from leaden skies as the huddled masses of the grand old city went about their daily routines.
Inside number thirty-two, the man and his new client walked into and looked around the empty first-floor room. The woman turned to the Estate Agent who was fiddling nervously with his clipboard making sure he had all the correct documents to hand.
"All right," she said after a moments pause, " I'll take it."
The bespectacled man smiled with relief and held out a pen. "Sign here please," he asked her, pointing to where she needed to write her signature to secure the lease.
Once signed, they both turned to leave. When she got to the door, she stopped and turned to look back into the room which was to become her own personal office. A quiet sense of satisfaction flooded through her. She had finally done it. She was on her way.
Molly Malone's Spanking Agency was in business.