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damage.
    She shut the door and sat on her
bed. It occurred to her that she knew so little about James and yet
he had been part of her life for so long. She knew that he had been
in the British Army and fought in Afghanistan, but overseas
conflicts had interested her little, until now.
    She had always thought of him as
invincible but it was now obvious that he had known suffering. His
very sober and sometimes boring demeanour probably stemmed from an
experience of a world she knew nothing of. No wonder he treated her
like a child.
    It made her smile than even his
presence in her mind could chase away all her bad feelings. The
more she thought of him, of what she had seen, the less childish
her thoughts became.
    Remembering how he had sat on
her bed, she closed her eyes and imagined him there again, and his
hands undoing her robe and tucking the sides away, not her own.
When her fingers found her hardened nipples through the silk of her
nightie, she gasped at the stirring between her legs.
    It had been weeks since she had
indulged her desire and even longer since she had employed her
favourite fantasy. There were many scenarios that she had created
for herself but only one that affected her so powerfully and
bothered her the most.
    Her mind carried her back five
years and she was once again in the backseat of the car with James.
She was no longer a spiteful teenager but rather the fully mature
woman that she was now. Instead of a gym outfit, she wore a short
dress, under which were her white lacy French cut knickers.
    His dark eyes were staring into
hers, “You’ve been a naughty girl Mairead and I am afraid I’m going
to have to punish you.”
    Back in the bedroom, Mairead lay
back against her pillows and closed her eyes. She opened her legs
and her hand wandered down to inside her briefs. Her breathing
deepened as she found her swollen clitoris.
    James took hold of her and
hauled her across his lap. She tried to fight him but one arm was
trapped against him and the other was quickly caught in his tight
grip and held down at the small of her back. When she tried to kick
he responded by placing his leg over hers leaving her totally
vulnerable.
    Mairead’s breathing grew heavier
as she imagined him slowly pulling her dress up and taking his time
to tuck it about her waist. He adjusted his knee to raise her
bottom so that her knickers were stretched tightly, revealing the
lower portions of her cheeks.
    Turning slightly on her side,
she continued to rub her clitoris and used her other hand to caress
one cheek of her buttocks, just as James was doing in her head. She
whispered the scolding he was administering just to hear out loud
the word that seemed to drive her insane with desire.
    “I am going to give you a
spanking you will never forget.”
    His hand snapped down on her
left cheek and then on her right, before caressing her once again.
“This is for your own good Mairead.” He repeated the action but
this time he didn’t stop.
    She tried to imagine how it
would feel having never experienced any type of physical
punishment. Pain was something she was familiar with from her
gruelling workouts of gymnastics. Having had her fair share of
falls and accidents, she knew her tolerance was high and one of the
reasons that she was so good at what she did. Only when every
muscle was aching did she ever feel satisfied that she had worked
enough.
    James was spanking her harder
and faster. She could almost imagine the burning in her cheeks. He
only stopped long enough for his fingers to grasp the waistband of
her knickers. He tugged them down slowly to her thighs until her
bottom was completely exposed.
    This was the part of her fantasy
that excited her the most and she felt the first contractions of
her vagina. James’ total focus would be on her buttocks and even
privy to a glimpse of her sex. It scared and excited her that she
longed for this type of humiliation and vulnerability.
    When the spanking resumed, every
inch of