Her keys

After emptying her bag there was no doubt, the house keys was missing. "Blasted keys!" Sarah bursted out loud, her plans for the day was now at jepordy. Her only real alternative was to stay at her uncle's house who lived 3 blocks down.

Sarah didnt really like her uncle, he was fun when she was younger, playing on the trampoline, going to the cinemas every few weeks. Now that he had married Claire those days were long gone.

Claire was an up-tight no-nonsense prude. She had to admit she was attractive, being in her mid thirties with an attractive body and long blonde hair. She had the kind of legs and firm butt women dreamed off. She was just no fun to be around, reading boring books or wilting away in front of watching day time television.

She also had a short temper. Sarah remembered with horror the time that Claire had taken her over her knee and spanked her right there on the porch in full view of everyone that happened to look her way.