From Fessée 5 Letter from Fessée 7 City Lights It’s 1995. Women’s lib is now well defunct, and our little darlings know well that their pampered rears have to pay dearly for anything which they do to offend their husbands or boyfriends! One can, of course, easily deal with minor matters oneself — over the knee or whathaveyou, skirt up, panties to stocking tops (tights departed with Lib) and a sound spanking, does the trick. But for more serious offences, a visit to one of the spanking parlours, which are now widespread, is called for. Here couples mingle in the waiting room and individuals are called, the men for the pleasure of punishing some unknown female bottom, the ladies to expiate their sins, bending before some strange male, who will pay little heed to their pleas for mercy. It was towards the house on the corner of Parner Street and the High Road that Susan and I directed our steps on a blustery autumn evening. It w