Lord Darcy Henshaw<br/>In study looking over papers<br/>With His wife then son<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"A novel idea he will certainly enjoy himself"</strong>The Lord placed his hand in the small of his wife's back.<strong>"We'll arrange it after dinner this evening. She'll already be dressed for it"</strong>He free hand stopped when the door opened in front of him.  A dashing young man appeared before him.<strong>"You weren't son.."</strong>The Lady started to adjust the boy's tie.  The Lord's hand remained on the woman's back as she spoke.<strong>"Your mother is right, Tardiness will not be tolerated..."</strong>The Lord's hand came off the woman.<strong>"They may end up getting a public spanking"</strong>His came back to the woman landing on her rump.  The layers of clothing cushioning the smack.  It was the weekend of all weekend, The Lord saw no need to hold back.<br/><br/>The Lord shuffled by his wife and eldest child.  He stepped into the passage way looking right down towards the main stairs.  He caught a glimpse of a pink dressed woman.  It was adopted daughter.  Though she wasn't blood, Lord Darcy cared for her just the same.  She was a fine young woman, very proper.  She seemed to always have a spring in her step.