Ten years ago, my father took me to see an empty office building that was the home of Dexter and Trent Ltd. My grandfather owned that company, and the building had been empty for years, but my father had kept it for old times sake and, I imagine, for its ever-increasing value on the books. I was just fourteen at the time, but my father took me into a large room he called the typing pool, and it still had desks all lined up in rows complete with old Remington typewriters. Nobody had been in that room for decades, as far as I could see.
I asked my dad what it would have been like working there. My father laughed. “They were strict. When we cleared out the manager’s office, we found a paddle and a few canes. I expect the typists got spanked when they made mistakes.”
That was the end of the conversation, but it ignited a fire that I haven’t been able to extinguish since then, and I probably never will. For the last ten years, the thought of working in that typing pool and being spanked for mistakes has built into the following story. None of it is true, but somewhere deep inside of me, I wish that it were. For all intents and purposes, I’m Judy Taylor, and I’m fantasising about what would have happened to me in 1950 had I worked for my grandfather at Dexter and Trent Ltd.
I have no idea where this spanking fantasy came from, but it just won’t go away. I expect this book is my way of living out those fantasies without actually being spanked. Let me know what you think.
Jade Dexter
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