Welcome to the Spanking Agency."The 30th of November dawned wet and miserable as the commerce of London ground relentlessly on. "We've only been open half an hour, Miss," she sighed, "Most people I know don't get out of bed till ten! Molly stood there waiting like a cat on a hot tin roof until Dolly turned with the phone to her ear and gave her a thumbs up. The lady sat opposite her was a smart looking, middle-aged, divorced mother of two with shoulder length light brown hair, blue eyes, pert nose, a small mouth, and a shapely figure hidden under a sensible black jacket, light-blue blouse, black skirt, and black stockings."Well, my name is Margaret Jackson. I've been divorced for, um, about three years now and have two kids. I used to work part-time at my local bank but got paid off a month ago and I was on the look out for a new job," she replied as she nervously fiddled with the handbag she was holding in her lap, "And here I am.""How did you hear about the Agency?
There was no such lack of excitement and anticipation at 32 Winchester Road as Dolly sat at her desk blowing on her perfectly manicured red nails waiting for the telephone to ring on the agency's first proper day of business. " Molly made a face and was about to return to her office when the phone suddenly rang making them both jump. She glanced at her Boss who could feel her heart beating loudly in her chest. '"Go on then, Dolly," she urged, "Answer the bloody thing!! ""Oh, um, a friend of a friend who knew a friend who kind of let it slip the other day when we were having coffee together. I don't think she got it from The Times job section somehow." she smiled. "No, I guess not," she nodded, "What about the spanking? It's not exactly what you would call a normal trade with prospects that you can talk to other people about. "Margaret sat quietly for a moment."It was my first boyfriend, actually. Not that I wasn't aware of that sort of thing, to begin with. At eighteen, we were young and in love and all we could think about was being alone together and having, you know, sex. Having a quickie when mom popped down to the local shops for a pint of milk. Arranging a spanking was a nightmare in comparison!
I have enough on my plate with bringing up two teenage girls.
Doing something like this kills two birds with one stone; satisfy my love of spanking and to help kick start my sex life."Molly sat back in her chair and picked up her application form."Well, Mrs Jackson, that was exactly what I wanted to hear. ' All things considered, sat here in his kitchen, events had turned out just fine in the end as she felt the ice slowly beginning to melt between them at last."Oh, an absolute honour and privilege to be sure," he grinned as he raised his coffee mug to gently tap hers, "And do please call me Timothy or Tim.
"I hope you can," she nodded, "I'd like to place an advert in the next issue of your adult newspaper? The receptionist took it and put on her wing-framed spectacles to read it. Since she had started working here many years ago, she had seen practically everything there ever was or would be in regards to human sexual behaviour.
She glanced up at the younger woman who was flicking through an old copy of Best British Boobs magazine that lay on the top of the counter along with various ash trays and plastic plants. Men had more fetishes between heaven and earth than there were hairs on her shaggy mons pubis."How far is your circulation?
Dolly collected all the application forms and handed them over to her boss. I made sure they filled in all their details in reception. Dolly, it had to be said, didn't have a nasty bone or thought in her cute little bosomy body.
Names, address, date of birth, national insurance number, telephone number, and their, um," she mumbled as she turned bright red, "Spanking and sexual preferences."Molly smiled as she took the forms from her young employee who stood there in a white nylon top, deep blue skirt, and black tights with her hands clasped behind her back, "That will be all, Dolly. Molly looked up at the rather diverse array of new recruits and smiled as she introduced herself to her new girls. My name is Molly Malone and this is the beginning of an adventure not only for me but, I hope, for you as well.
I hope this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship for all of us. Molly bit her tongue to stop herself laughing as her secretary "Ummmed and ahhhhhh'd" as she took down the caller's details. "Tell me a bit about yourself, Margaret," asked Molly.Today was the 20th of November and a steady drizzle fell from leaden skies as the huddled masses of the grand old city went about their daily routines. Mrs Brewster looked up from the faded glossy magazine she was reading as the door opened and the bell above it rang.Inside number thirty-two, the man and his new client walked into and looked around the empty first-floor room. She smiled at the tall, elegant, middle-aged woman who entered the small room where she worked part-time as a receptionist for Pinter's Printers, publisher of various dubious titles including the renowned naughty newspaper, Adult Monthly News.The woman turned to the Estate Agent who was fiddling nervously with his clipboard making sure he had all the correct documents to hand. "I'll take it." The bespectacled man smiled with relief and held out a pen. "'Ello," she said pleasantly, "Can I be of assistance, dear?"Sign here please," he asked her, pointing to where she needed to write her signature to secure the lease. When she got to the door, she stopped and turned to look back into the room which was to become her own personal office. "Molly Malone glanced around at the rather plain surroundings before opening her purse and taking out a typed note. Well, takes all sorts,' as Betty Brewster knew far too well.