Thrashing, Miss Padmore

By Rodney C. Johnson

Mrs. Padmore tolerated her daughter's hedonist, stripper lifestyle, but even she has her breaking point. One drunken night too many and Shawna Padmore's Mum rung up the elderly family friend, Milton Hargrave for advice on how to deal with her disobedient daughter. Hargrave suggested a good old fashion thrashing, might do the little miss some good.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rodney C. Johnson
• Release date: Jun 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310345579

Rodney C. Johnson

Rodney C. Johnson lives in Westbrook, Ct. with his two beagles, Zoey and Bentley, plus the family cat Gretchen. He enjoys reading and writing. He considers himself a “Foodie”. His love of Science Fiction was driven by Star Trek and Frank Herbert’s classic work DUNE.In his free time, Rodney C. Johnson is an avid collector of books, new or used. Mostly Science Fiction books (Sci-Fi), but he will read anything, provided it catches his interest. It's not about the genre - it is about if the author paints a vivid picture with his words.

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Table of Contents

Part 1. The Interview

Part 2. Burnt Buns

Part 3. Showing, Mum

Epilogue: Champagne Room, Shenanigans

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Part 1. The Interview

[Shawna Padmore, 26]

Do you know why you are here, Miss Padmore? Milton Hargrave inquired of the anxious, comely young woman, who sat on his couch, arms resting at her sides, palms pressed low into the seat cushion, plates of auburn ringlets draped down over bare shoulders and back. Underneath her flimsy pastel pink halter-strap summer dress, bountiful cleavage, heaved up and down. One thickly shod foot, pearl painted toenails, wiggled.

Wetting lush lips, Shawna Padmore responded. To be beaten, Sir.

Yes, my dear. Agreed Hargrave. But, why?

Shawna bent forward, reached for her cuppa tea on the coffee table. A movement that caused her tits to crush together. Given she wasn't wearing a bra, as it would have clashed with this particular sundress, the sight proved most spectacular.

Also, a delaying tactic, so Shawna didn't have to directly answer Milton Hargrave's question. Sarcastic, she thought to herself: Because you, 'Mr. Hargrave', persuaded Mummy, that