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mind on the matter.’ I moved over to the bed and sat on it, patting my knee. He came to me and without any fuss dropped over my lap with his upper half on the covers and his feet on the floor.
    The cotton cut-offs he was wearing were not tight, but they were thin and I was able to smooth and tuck them so that the bottom cheeks were clearly outlined. I was pleased to see that there appeared to be no underclothing. ‘Ready?’
    I began with slow, measured slaps, enjoying the resilient feel of the target, and increased their force until I was drawing a small grunt with each one. After a while I stood him on his feet and reached for the fastening at his waist, looking up at his face. He was flushed with a bead of sweat on the upper lip. I was feeling decidedly warm myself. ‘I am going to bare your bottom,’ I announced, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice.
    When I opened its zip the garment fell from his hips and the erect organ I’d felt pressing into me hung between us. I took hold of it and it stiffened further. ‘All in good time,’ I said quietly, and guided him back down. ‘First there’s a spanking to complete.’
    The smooth buttocks were prettily pink but it took little to redden the fair skin, and I had a mind to show the lad what could be done with the unaided palm. And so I did.
    From the sting of my hand I knew he must be on fire, and when I’d done he jumped up and clutched his crimsoned backside, gasping. I waited till the rubbing subsided then pulled him closer to put my unused palm to the hot flesh. Another touch to the penis brought it back full-standing, and as I stroked it a drop formed at the urethra. I had a towel at the ready and worked the shaft between thumb and forefinger, all the while caressing the cheeks I’d spanked with all my might. Two more drops ran clear then a milky jet spurted, once, twice, three times before the deflating member subsided into a dribble.
    I rolled the doused towel into a ball and held him sitting beside me while we both caught our breath. Then he made for the bathroom without a word, from where came sounds of flushing and washing and then silence. I got up and stretched, flexing my aching hand, and drank the remains of the water. Vigorous exercise, even if only of the right arm, had done wonders in clearing the head.
    Then he came out and what I saw gave me quite a shock. Nothing in the physical appearance had changed: there was still the worn sweatshirt and the odd three-quarter length breeches. But all of a sudden he looked every bit the age he’d claimed, if not even more. I stared, tongue-tied, and he said, ‘I used to help the old man with the books and papers when he couldn’t get about so well. Is there anything special you’re looking for?’
    I went blank with surprise for a minute, before the Commentaria came to mind. ‘Er, yes. The young wife of the first Everett here, Joanna I think, she wrote things. Called herself uxor studiosa .’
    ‘I know that name. Can’t remember exactly where, but I’ll see what I can find. Time’s getting on, I’d better shoot.’ And that was it. He was gone leaving me struggling to come to terms with the transformation from spanked boy to potential colleague. In which mode would I meet him next? On the form thus far Ardingley End was the place to keep a visiting librarian on her toes.
     
     
Cock & Taws
     
    After that the only problem I had was that I couldn’t sleep. By the time one in the morning had come I gave up the struggle and pulled on a bathrobe. If I was awake, I might as well go back down and have a go at the record of the collection’s earliest items. So I stuck my feet into the leather mules by the bed and slipped out into the darkened corridor. I could just make out the head of the stairwell, and was waiting for my eyes to adjust to the near dark when a sudden shaft of moonlight through the tall window picked out a figure pressed into the alcove on the landing. The shock sent my heart