My name is Oliver and I am an independent bespoke tailor. I work from home and have a great life. Bailey is my step-daughter of twenty-four and she had just moved back in after a difficult separation from her boyfriend. This isn’t the first time she has moved back in and I don’t expect it will be the last. Bailey has a fiery temperament and her boyfriends find that difficult to cope with. I can relate to that, she was a handful as a child as well. Her mother, Caroline, died of cancer three years ago and, while I’m over the worst of that I think, I still miss her.
I married Caroline twenty-four years ago when she had two children, Adalyn, who was two years old and a baby, Bailey. The father vanished three months before Bailey was born and nobody has seen him since. I was already quite a successful tailor by then and my parents thought I was mad marrying into a family like that when I was thirty-one, but I was in love, and it worked out well enough. We tried to have our own children but it seems that I can’t, so I was very lucky to have Adalyn and Bailey. When I told my parents that I’ll never have children of my own they changed their tune and told me how clever I was to marry a ready-made family so that they can have grandchildren. I just laughed.
When I married Caroline she asked me to spank her when she was naughty, just like her dad had done years before. I was uncertain but soon discovered I had been missing out. Caroline was spanked often right the way through our marriage and I have to admit I miss that now.
So I’m now a single man of fifty-five with a spanking fetish looking forward to the next forty or so years and maybe finding another love of my life to spank. Who knows.
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