The Bottom of the Class
After my time at St Margaret’s, I went up to Oxford where I read English and with my ‘First’ came down to start a career in advertising. For reasons which are irrelevant here, this did not work out well and I found myself in my early thirties with a failed marriage, expensive tastes and an insufficient income to support them and me. Casting around for inspiration I thought of my relationships and how being spanked was always the spark which gave an intensity to matters. I also considered how...