Hilary was elected on a sympathy vote shortly after her late husband, the sitting MP, died in what newspapers reported as a heart attack, an explanation economical with the truth. In fact, he expired while lustily shafting an attractive escort girl, (financing herself through a Business Studies MA - there's enterprise for you). Less than half his age, she wriggled free and discretely raised the alarm with his party HQ, who swiftly ensured her silence with a cheque sufficiently generous to buy a flat outright. The young woman continued escorting on the basis that, since her clientele included several of the MP's contemporaries, there was a good chance of this fortuitous event reoccurring.
Subsequently, Hilary rapidly became known as the member for the 1950s - a decade reflected both in her attitudes and apparel: usually a high-neck, below the knee dress accessorised with a pearl necklace (not that sort, stop sniggering). A woman of mature years, in both nature and political inclination conservative, Hilary could be relied upon to vote against most things that gave people pleasure. The press worshipped her, unlike many of the electorate, and following several threats, Hilary was assigned an official bodyguard. Unfortunately, as with most people in her life, she treated him with haughty disdain; until one fateful day, Hilary went too far...
Josh waits calmly until Hillary's tirade of venom abates. A disproportionate reaction to a mandatory security check of her home. Not the first time, but on this occasion the last straw.
"Right, that's it," the younger man moves purposefully towards her, "you're about to get your just deserts."
"You wouldn't dare," she replies angrily.
"I really would."
"Not worried about keeping your job then?"
"Worth losing it to bring you down a peg, besides, your word against mine, a powerful woman can hardly play the defenceless female card." Thrown by this refusal to back down Hillary momentarily considers his words.
"I try to keep in good shape," she retorts, perhaps deliberately misinterpreting them.
"Hunting, shooting and fishing, I suppose," says Josh.
"Spare me the stereotypes, I can't abide field sports, or the people who take part - you can add golf to the list as well."
"Your husband was a keen golfer..."
"I married him for convenience, and far too young. After the initial enthusiasm, we didn't exactly live in each other pockets, indeed rarely in the same house."
"Some say he kept you in line."
"Fat chance, you think he spanked me or something?"
"I never mentioned spanking, you did; although now I come to consider the notion, what a good idea."
"Don't even think about it." For the first time, Hilary sounds unsure. "You're supposed to protect me."
"I am, from yourself."
"I admit to having a temper and may have let frustration get the better of me at times." She's now definitely on the back foot.
"Are we talking sexually, or just with idiots like me?"
Hilary has the good grace to look shamefaced. "Both probably."
"Then we better see if something can be done about that too," Josh concludes decisively.
Statuesque but no match for someone professionally trained in restraint. Hilary is consequently propelled protesting over the back of a sofa. A high-heeled shoe narrowly mises Josh as she kicks out to no avail.
"Let me go you bastard."
"Very unparliamentary language," he observes mildly while raising her skirt, "and rather racy knickers for someone so straitlaced."
Hilary shrieks as he tugs them down and off; correctly guessing his intention and squirming in a hopeless attempt to escape Josh's grasp. Hands pinned into the small of her back, Hilary's bare bottom is defenceless against the ensuing onslaught from his punishing palm. Initially, she swears and pleads as her generous rear curves are spanked scarlet. However, once the MP's initial resistance has been quelled, Josh becomes aware of a change in her demeanour. Bloody hell, thinks Josh, she's enjoying this, perhaps it's what was missing all along?
"So, your husband never..."
"Punished me," Hilary anticipates the question, "quite the opposite. A former public schoolboy, he liked to be beaten; talk about incompatible."
