Glove Fetish恋物 — a strong sexual focus on one thing

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By Albert F.

And then something happened that just wouldn't happen these days. Soon after this event, my brother and I were fighting in our garden when Amanda tried to stop us. I told her it was none of her business (or words to that effect) and picked up some dirt from the ground and threw it at her. She ran off home in tears. Now clearly I hadn't thought of the consequences, because it wasn't long before her mother returned home and found her daughter with dirt in her eyes, thrown by yours truly.

By this time the fight with my brother had long finished and we had moved on to other things. We were home by ourselves when there was a knock at the door. Opening the door, I was confronted by a very angry woman who demanded to know whether it was I who had thrown dirt in her beloved daughter's eyes. I don't remember exactly what I said, but whatever it was, I was accused, found guilty and sentenced in seconds. Now this was in the sixties and women knew how to dress then. Yep, Amanda's mum was wearing a long pair of black leather gloves and those leather clad hands were soon to be put to work. I suddenly found myself being led by the ear towards a chair. Next minute, my pants were dragged down and I was unceremoniously pulled over her lap and given a spanking. And she never took her leather gloves off. Well if I hadn't already been attracted to leather gloves by then, I'm sure I would have been.