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Fantasies
Emma visited the Ladies' before leaving the dinner dance. There in the privacy of a cubicle she removed her knickers and squeezed them into her small clutch bag. Tom met her in the foyer and as they walked to the taxi she whispered, "I haven't got any knickers on."

Tom was as predictable as most men and she knew that would excite him; once they were in the front door he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her. Unless their babysitter Melissa was still downstairs, he'd probably have her there in the hall on that beautiful rug in the centre. Emma found that very exciting and an added frisson was the possibility that Melissa might hear them come in and come to the top of the stairs. Emma imagined the girl standing at the top of the stairs looking down and seeing her with her dress right up, her legs spread wide and Tom rutting away like some stallion.

She knew it was fantasy but delicious fantasy; the chances of Melissa hearing them, or coming out of her room if she did, were slim. Melissa was hyper alert to the children but oblivious to all else as she engaged in her Internet socialisation. What were they going to do when the girl went off to university? She was already eighteen and the children adored her; she would be hard to replace.

Emma felt Tom's hands on her and she reached out to him. Yes, he was hard already, a large solid bulge in his trousers that promised much for her. She giggled and Tom squeezed her breast gently. She went back to her fantasies. There was more to her fantasy than just that, it extended into something that made Emma tingle all over and always added to their sex life, even though Tom had no idea what she was fantasising about. Melissa would come to the top of the stairs and for a minute or two watch their love making then she would return to her room. Tom would finish up and then stomp up the stairs (followed by her) and tell Melissa off for standing watching. Then yanking down those short, skimpy pyjama bottoms the girl wore whenever she stayed over, place her across his knee before spanking her bare bottom hard. Emma would protest that he mustn't do it but he would take no notice.

Emma had never seen Melissa's bare bottom, but based on her general figure and attractiveness imagined it to be have a beautiful smooth skin-texture and to be round, shapely and firm. In her fantasy, Tom would finish spanking the sobbing apologetic girl and then, turning to his wife, march her off to the bedroom for a spanking because she had tried to stop him exercising his manly rights as head of the household. She knew it was all nonsense of course, but that fantasy and others of a similar nature made her feel extremely randy.