I was almost dozing off in the warm water when my mobile phone rang. I’d left it by the bath in case Maria rang. Sure enough it was her.
“John, I found it!” she said, her voice full of excitement. “It was in workshop hidden in drawer – twenty or thirty magazines!”
“Great – so was there a theme? Something kinky?” I asked.
“A few were Penthouse, and Hustler,” she told me, “but most – the ones he reads more – they are spanking magazines.”
“What kind of spanking, is it woman spanking men or the other way round?”
“No, men spanking women,” she said.
I thought about that for a second. “Well maybe that makes sense,” I said slowly. “I mean, I told you that you come off as rather cold and dominant. If Len wants to spank you, it would be pretty intimidating for him to ask you, that’s for sure.”
