Author's note...
Hello again readers, I have written this from a slightly different angle, I hope you like where it's going. As for me, I felt this was the correct way to move the story along. I hope most of you will agree. Happy reading.
Fliccy.
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Sandra casually walked down 'Cattle Lane', the Village never changed much, almost everything was comfortably familiar as she strolled along the packed earth and gravel.
It was a slightly chilly morning, even with the bright early morning sun, frost glistened on the verdant grass verges, rapidly melting as the sun rose higher. Sandra enjoyed her early morning walks, especially when she had a few worries on her mind.
The ancient village was her home, generations of her family had been born and raised here, she honestly couldn't imagine a better place to be.
Wrapped up warmly in one of her old sweaters and a pair of sturdy jeans, thick white socks and a pair of well-worn boots. She took in the homely sights and smells as she walked towards the village green.
Back the way she had come from, the farm her brothers now ran was only fifteen minutes' walk away. Waking early was bred into her, she been a farm girl and still had those habits, waking early, full of energy for the day ahead, when she had married, her husband had taken her to the city and living in the city had changed her in many ways, but those basic sleeping patterns had never altered.
Sandra was a small woman, at forty two, she still had the same girlish looks she had had at twenty, often teasingly called 'Pixie' by her older brothers and friends, her long slightly wavy Blonde hair was done the way she always did it, pulled to one side and plaited to fall over the front of her left shoulder, gracefully hanging down to the top of her left breast.
She had tiny breasts, almost flat chested, a small waist and hips, tight tiny bum and slim legs, standing four foot six in bare feet, she was undeniably small yet incredibly pretty.
Her face was tinged pink from the cool air, giving it a ruddy glow, she hadn't bothered with makeup, she rarely did, with a naturally clear complexion, large blue eyes that seemed to fill her small oval face and a cute ski jump nose she didn't really need it. Age had not dimmed the spark in her, nor ravaged her good looks.
The crisp cool air had her nipples sticking out, the small hard bumps were noticeable, even though her sweater was thick and warm.
Sandra cheerfully smiled and waved at the few other early risers, everyone knew her and a few stopped her for a brief chat, asking how she was, complimenting her on having thrown a great party last night and general chit chat.
Her absent minded musings brought her past the Village Green and onto the wrongly signposted Till Road, it was really called 'To the Hill road', but county council idiots had misunderstood when they had asked what it should be called as the answer had been "Tuh'ill road." They really should learn to speak Yorkshire if they were going to signpost it properly.
The slight incline of the road was easy going, Sandra strolled along, past the old manor house and headed for the semidetached house that her family lived in. She wasn't sure how she was going to deal with David, he was too old for her to just punish, and stern talks seemed to have no effect.
When the Twins had been eleven and David the eldest had been eighteen, their father, her husband, deserted them, Sandra was left with two young children to raise, no job and an eldest son who quickly joined the army to get away too.
David didn't return for nearly five years, by that time the Twins had been finishing their GCSE's.
She had been so happy when David left the army and came home, but it quickly became apparent that he wasn't the same, David seemed to become increasingly bad tempered with volatile mood swings and a distinct lack of affection for his younger siblings.
Sandra had vainly tried to help him, thinking at first it was his time in the Army that was to blame, but after two years of having him home, she had to admit to herself that it was something a lot more worrisome.
David acted like it was his rightful place to be in charge, it was almost like he felt obligated to take the role of her treacherously absent husband. True his job brought in most of the families money and he was generous with it, never blinking an eye as he paid all the bills or outfitted the Twins for high school.
What increasingly concerned Sandra was the way he treated Rachel, often disciplining her for the slightest thing, spanking her on numerous occasions for the smallest of reasons.
When he had started to take over the part of disciplinarian, she hadn't minded, she HAD told him to go easier on the Twins, but he had argued that she was spoiling them and truth be told, she knew he was right, she had been indulgent.
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Yesterday it had gotten out of hand, his latest outburst of anger had been a shock, seeing him pull down her daughters shorts on her birthday and display her vagina and buttocks was a serious step too far. It wasn't as if Rachel was a little girl anymore, she was a young woman, with a woman's modesty and full awareness of how private those parts of her body were.
The bulge in David's pants as he had spanked Rachels exposed bum told Sandra he was also fully aware of what he was doing.
Jacks interference had stopped her own, not that she could have done much, tiny woman that she was, David could have brushed her aside with ease.
When he had been knocked unconscious she had momentarily forgotten her concerns as she frantically worried that he might need a hospital, but he had come to within moments, only dazed and with a strange calmness.
She had tried talking to him as he grabbed his car keys and stomped off to his car, he hadn't even glanced at her, ignoring her protest's completely as he got in and drove away.
Sandra had sat on her front step for nearly an hour that morning, staring at the empty space where he had parked, holding her head in her hands as she frantically tried to work out what to do about her increasingly dysfunctional family.
Fred Baker had strolled past and seen her sitting there, his warm smile and congenial disposition was always a welcome distraction, Sandra knew Fred intimately, he often came round with offers of help.
He walked over and plonked himself next to her, "morning Pixie." He had said happily.
She held out her hand and he had taken it in a familiar clasp, they had been discreetly having sex for over six years now and she felt comfortable with him. Confiding in him for years now, he knew all her troubles, so it didn't take her long to explain why she was sitting there staring at an empty parking space.
