I am intrigued by a strange occurrence in my spanking life, a mystery.

I walked into the the old mill that houses my Chapel Studio a few days ago, and the cheerful Receptionist ‘L’ spoke to me in her usual happy way. “Good morning Mr.Jones. You have had another delivery, I have popped it into your studio. I love the Victorian Room you have made!”

I thanked her….(God she needs a spanking!), but I was quite taken aback.

You see, every delivery that I have ever had, I have expected. Nobody knows where my secret location is, unless we have spoken first, and arranged for something to come….plimsols, canes, knickers etc, the usual type of gift/donation.

I walked to my studio, and there were two boxes resting on the vaulting horse. Quite heavy. Stuck to them was an envelope. Expecting a delivery note or something I opened it. There was a short letter.

Hello Mr.Jones

I have followed your work for quite some time, and love the work you do. I am getting old now, and soon I will be moving into a nursing home. There are some things I cannot take, and you are the person I want to have them, as a token of my appreciation.

Some things in the attached boxes are sensitive in nature, and I do not want them to be seen by anyone until you get another letter from the nursing home. I have left it with them, saying to post it when the time is right..

Yours Sincerely

J

So, now you know as much as me, two boxes, obviously spanking related, but I cannot open them.

I will respect the wishes of ‘J’ and let you know what happens.

Asa