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The Story of Wendy
It was almost time for Wendy's spanking. A few feet away in the comfortably furnished room, Nora Horton her young friend and hostess for the weekend at the waterside log cabin on glorious Lake Temagami, was just getting up from hers. Her Uncle Timothy, owner of that cabin, and in fact the entire island, had pulled her pretty pink panties back up, given her a reassuring pat on her cute behind, and said, "There you are dear, all over." Nora stood, and Timothy assisted with her jeans before giving her a warm hug and a final pat on her still stinging bottom.

"Thank you, Tim," she said, then turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Wendy was much older than Nora, a delightfully mature young woman whose delectable curves held the wonderful softness that comes with life as the hard edges of youth are softened through experience. Her breasts were the size and shape that Timothy Horton considered to be 'a perfect handful, soft, yet resilient still having the wondrous shape of youth, yet with that added, 'something' that comes with motherhood and time. Wendy's hips had broadened a bit, but in a very nice way and her curvaceous swell melded into two gorgeous pillows of womanhood, soft, yet firm, and very pattable, if there is such a word. Tim was sure there was.

Timothy was an older man, quite amazed that his niece and her lovely friend were not repelled by him and the changes wrought by time. Back in the 1960's he had been somebody - a star of Canada's national sport, but his short-lived fame had long since died out. He was, however, considering taking his coffee, doughnuts and muffins across the border and into the United States.

Wendy, an American, was awaiting her first adult spanking with an elderly Canadian, on an island, on what might be considered the archetypical Canadian lake, that had suffered at the hands of a Canadian lumber company. She wondered about Timothy Horton invading her territory. No doubt the tingling in her lower cheeks was related to that concern. She had heard shocking rumours of a Canadian invasion of her native land, and as a business woman herself had uncovered the truth of some startling revelations. Horror of horrors! The Freemont Hotel Chain had been unmasked, and it was discovered that its major shareholder was none other than a division of the Canadian Pacific Railway. To make matters worse when considering an investment, she learned that the ubiquitous Laidlaw Transportation company, owner of an incredible fleet of school buses as well as eighteen wheelers with more than eighteen wheels, had its corporate headquarters in a place called Burlington, Ontario. She was yet to discover that the largest pipe organ builder in North America, and probably the world, was none other than Casavant Freres of Ste Hyacinthe, Quebec. She would discover that in due course. Despite her thoughts on a Cannuck assault on her country's economy, the tingles heralded something else. She was about to have a Canadian spanking.