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Chapter 1
In which Matthew goes to a party and meets a surprising young lady.
It all started with a simple remark at a party. A simple throwaway remark - no real thought put into it at all. Made more to generate a laugh than anything else. Without the inhibition-loosening effect of two or three glasses of wine it would probably never have been said. It led to some unbelievable experiences such are normally only the subject of fantasies. But then, I suppose I had always had the fantasies.

I was there on my own. My marriage had ended in divorce some six months previously. Nothing messy - we had been married for the best part of thirty years and had been growing apart for ten at least - and the divorce was simply a recognition and a culmination of that fact. Her career took her regularly to different parts of the world, mine rarely beyond the city boundaries. We had two children, both safely seen through school and university and now in settled relationships. They were sad and disappointed but were both busy enough and established in their own lives for it to be unlikely to lead to any psychological damage. We simply appeared to have nothing left in common and agreed to part. Nonetheless it was only now that I was starting to engage in any real form of socialising.

In view of all of this it was slightly ironic that the party was to celebrate the silver wedding anniversary of two good friends of ours whom we had known since school. At the same time it was entirely typical that my ex-wife was unable to attend, being at a conference in New York at the time.

Anyway, I was one in a group of probably half a dozen. The conversation had turned to reminiscing about things that we had done when we were much younger and, as usually is the case we were all probably exaggerating, either deliberately or through the vagaries of memory which increasing age brings.

The youngest member of the group was a striking blonde girl, probably only in her twenties, who I didn't know. She was describing how as a young teenager she used to escape from her bedroom window onto the branches of a tree that grew in the back garden of her parent's house. This enabled her to come and go at times they believed she was in her room, and she regaled us with a dramatic account of how difficult it was sometimes to get back into her room late at night, especially after some underage drinking.

She was a good storyteller and it made for highly entertaining listening. That was when I said it.

"It sounds to me as if you needed a good spanking!"

As I have already mentioned, it was a cheap throwaway remark intended to gain a cheap laugh. It certainly achieved that - everybody laughed heartily and the girl looked at me and smiled broadly.