When I was about ten, he came to look after me when my parents went away
together for the weekend. He had the spare room, but after I went to bed, I
stayed awake and when I heard him go to bed, I sneaked into his room and
into his bed. It felt so good being so close to his warm body and I
remember enjoying his manly scent.
Something happened that weekend which stuck in my memory. We were playing
around in the garden, Adam was teasing me and I was cheeky to him and ran
down the garden. He soon caught me, slung me over his shoulder and carried
me into the house. It was all a big joke and I was giggling, then he put me
across his knee and jokingly very lightly smacked my bottom, it didn't hurt
at all and just made me giggle more.
A few years later when I was twelve, Adam joined the local police force. I
remember the first time I saw him in his uniform. He was on patrol in the
area and called in. He looked wonderful and I wanted to know about all the
equipment he was carrying, including his handcuffs which I asked him to put
on me. He refused at first, but I finally persuaded him and he gently
slipped them on and told me I was under arrest.