Jessica Robinson blamed it all on Brexit of course. The twenty two year old had never known hardship in her young life until this wretched saga of the UK leaving the European Union changed everything. Brought up the daughter of an electric car dealer, the slim blonde had been spoiled rotten by her loving parents. Schooled at the exclusive Burgess Hill Boarding College in West Sussex, given her own car and a flat in Pimlico she had everything she desired. Then came the new US President, the weakening state of the Chinese economy, volatile stock markets, and the infuriating Brexit. Daddy had first lost out on a multi million pound contract to supply the new car. Then his stock fell nine per cent and then plunged like a lead balloon. So he was forced to close several showrooms in an attempt to turn the tide. Rattled by the fear of diminishing interest in his older product he was finally forced to sell up and retired.
"Sorry, sweetheart. But if you wish to keep your flat you need to find a regular income."
Jessica was shocked. No more riding, partying, or shopping at the most exclusive stores without daddy's cash.
"Or get married." Her mother piped in.
"Sod that mummy! I shall not work, nor shall I wed. I'm too young. No, I shall steal."
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I mean, how hard can it be, she thought. London is now almost a police less state. Criminals are given carte blanche to do whatsoever they wish. And in the likelihood of getting caught Jessica fully expected to be given a severe warning. No more, no less. She was not a professional burglar of course and planned on gaining entry to homes of naïve people who might leave their window open. She would select only targets of high value, and close to home to boot. Why travel when there was plenty of choice right here in Pimlico. The mainly residential area of London was upscale with quiet streets lined with nineteenth century stately homes. In close proximity to Chelsea the area was popular with the wealthy and chic.
"I know just the street too."
For her first burglary Jessica drove her metallic blue Audi 8 just a short way to Bloomfield Terrace and waited with the engine off and lights out. She had no weapon or protection, just a small bag with a few essential tools, like cutters, nylon rope, skeleton keys and a torch.
"Now."
With extreme patience she waited until the hour of two and left her car. Clad in an all black cat suit and balaclava hiding her features she crept along the buildings. hugging the red brick walls as she slinked by. She smiled smugly when she found her target, an old widow with the glass slightly cracked. The downstairs window was easily opened with her glass cutter which she used to cut a hole in the pane. With a thumping heart the blonde entered the living room as quiet as possible, her latex clad figure lithe like a cat as she moved. A stunning and curvy creature the shiny outfit contained her body like a second skin, and her generous boobs and sexy swell of her bottom stretched the fabric to the limit. Barely five feet five in her Doctor Martin boots she was a toned young thing and no more than a hundred pounds in weight.
"Now, where to start?"
Highly confident she began to rummage through desk drawers and scan the many bookshelves. She retrieved her pencil sized torch and flashed it quickly around the darkened room. Another door looked intriguing and she tiptoed over and gently turned the handle. As Jessica peered inside the murky room she jumped back in fright when the light snapped on. A thin, grey haired man stared at her with tiny eyes and gaunt cheeks.
"Stay still and do not speak."
Jessica desperately tried to gather her wits as she looked around what appeared to be another study with a wooden desk and more stacks of books. Shit! He's up late.
"So you think me to be a prosperous fellow do you boy? Sorry burst your bubble, but I am just a humble retired school master."
That figured, she thought as he wielded a thirty inch rattan cane at her, as if he intended to scold her.
"Now then, my man. I shall rather think that I shall call the police."
"I'm NOT a man!"
Jessica removed her balaclava and shook her light tresses back and up and let him look at her pretty face.
"Do we really have to call the law? Really, I could just overpower you right here and now. You're just a doddery old fool."
"A girl! This is most unexpected. And a rather pretty one at that."
Indeed, clad neck to feet in tight fitting black latex her sensuous frame was nicely displayed.
"Stay where you are."
"Look dad. If you want to call the cops then okay. But you might have to wait a pretty long time. I could outrun you every day of the week."
"What if I told you that my next door neighbour lives a police constable, a dedicated chap who is NEVER off duty."
Jessica digested the information and despite her outward bravado suddenly felt nervous. The next thing he said gave the young woman a glimmer of hope.
"What if I came up with some sort of agreement?"
"What sort of a deal do you have in mind?"
"To begin with I should like you to remove that remarkable outfit of yours."
"But I have nothing on underneath."
"So much the better, my dear."
Fucking pervert, she thought as Jessica sighed and caught the long front zipper that curved out over her ample cleavage and tugged it down to the base of her crotch in a single smooth movement. Her 32C tits sprang out of the latex and Williams felt his cock move. Continuing to shrug out of the cat suit her slender shoulders appeared, followed by the sight of her flat stomach.
"Carry on."
"Very well."
Jessica wiggled her hips as she pushed the costume down past her creamy thighs all the way to her boots. Her trim pussy resembled a tiny triangle of springy fair hair between her closed upper thighs as she stood just in her boots.
"Now what. You want to fuck me?" She sneered with a defiant pout.
"No, no, my dear. I should very much like to spank you."
"You what!?"
"It's my secret passion. A leftover from my days in a private school facility. If you permit me to give you a sound beating I shall allow you your freedom."
"A spanking, eh?"
Jessica was no stranger to corporal punishment, thanks to a certain Miss Granger, an ugly old sadistic bitch who was her headmistress at college. Unruly and something of a show off, Jessica was handed several canings for various bad behaviour until she finally left. So he wanted to give her a thrashing? Why not. She could take it.
"Alright then. You spank my bottom and I walk? Let's do it."
She watched him cross the room and place the cane on top of his desk.
"Over here I think." He pointed.
