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Chapter 1
In which Caroline receives some pain and some pleasure.
If there had been anybody looking out of a window of one of the houses at the time, they would have been unlikely to pay much attention to the anonymous looking woman who emerged from a large detached house in Murrayfield, an affluent area of Edinburgh, to make her way down towards the main road. Perhaps they might have wondered who she was as she was clearly younger than the resident of that house, but her appearance was such that it would have been only a passing thought. If the same onlooker had also been watching barely an hour earlier when the woman came up the street and entered the house they might have noted that she walked a little slower and more carefully on the second occasion. They would have needed to have been paying close attention to notice that, however, and so it was indeed unlikely that anyone noticed anything.

Caroline Graham, who was that anonymous looking woman, was glad to catch a bus back into the centre of Edinburgh without waiting too long, and even more pleased to get a prompt connection at the West End. With this good fortune, it was less than half an hour after leaving the house in Murrayfield when she slid the key into the door of her apartment in Marchmont. Dropping her bag in the hall, she went through to her bedroom, took off her long grey coat and woolly hat and looked at herself in the mirror. What these two garments successfully concealed was a smart looking blonde young lady in her late twenties or early thirties wearing a fashionably short black skirt and a dark blue cashmere jumper. Gazing at herself she wondered if she was a little pale before unzipping the skirt and letting it fall. Stepping out of it she quickly slid her loose black French knickers down over the black hold-ups and off. Then she turned and, looking back over her shoulder, gazed at her trim bottom, wincing as she saw patches of purple against the red that covered most of her buttocks. There was very little white skin to be seen apart from an incongruous looking stripe running down between the two cheeks.

"Shit, she really laid it on today!"

Caroline said these words to herself without rancour. Whatever she had suffered was eased in her mind by two things, one of which was the fact that she had been very well paid for today's session. She glanced at her watch and decided that she had time for a long hot bath before having to think about what she might do for an evening meal. In fact it was rare for her not to have a long hot bath after one of these sessions, both because it soothed her bottom and also because she always felt faintly grubby and used. This latter emotion she recognised and acknowledged despite also accepting that the choice in what she did had always been hers alone.