Postscript

Terry was late back and collapsed complaining into the chair. “Just couldn’t get away,” he said. “All these bloody women with nothing to do but try on clothes for hours, then wander out without buying! How did your day go dear?”

“I’ve had a spanking good day actually. Met our new neighbours...they’re an interesting couple,” Jilly said and got up wincing a little to fetch his meal.

A couple of days later when Jilly was hanging out the washing, Pippa popped up from over the hedge. “Neville was wondering when you were coming round to visit us again Jilly?”

“And what about you Pippa...were you wondering too?”

Yes,” she admitted, as Neville joined her smiling, “I think the orgasm score needs evening up. You’re way ahead and anyway, I’ll mete out a good thrashing to you anytime you feel like it.”

“You certainly enjoyed it Pippa, and yes, I did too,” Jilly told her smiling.

“You deserved it, but next time I’ll go easier,” Pippa promised.

“Oh thank you!” Jilly laughed.

“But hang on a minute Pippa,” Neville said “It was your idea to let Jilly see you hide the key there in the first case!”

“You!” Pippa said to her husband, blushing furiously.

Jilly took her hand down from where it had been covering her mouth in astonishment. “Oh you really suckered me Pippa!” and she laughed. “I think that’s called entrapment? It’s very naughty anyway, wicked even! I think you deserve punishment...don’t you agree Neville?”

“Absolutely!” he said laughing.

“I’ve been on one end of the cane,” Jilly continued, “Now I’m looking forward to having experience of the other! Shall we say tomorrow at ten?”