A long time ago when I was young and very foolish, I made a bet with my tutor, claiming that if Liverpool Football Club ever won the premiership, I'd let him spank me. When he called me on the phone, I'd completely forgotten about this, so went to visit him feeling rather intrigued and excited about seeing the man I'd fantasised about so much in college. And it was in his house that he reminded me of the bet. I was horrified, but couldn't see a way to get out of it in an honourable fashion. All I could do was go along with it - the over-the-knee spanking with my skirt up, over my satin panties. The humiliating bare-bottom spanking that followed. And the 19 stroke caning - the last thing I'd been expecting! And just when I finally thought it was over, he introduced me to the concept of corner-time. What an awful ordeal!