Charlotte is a sensitive woman, initially educated in Africa by her unrelated very Edwardian mentor, that out of respect, she refers to her as her Aunt Maude.Maude is not only strict but is drawn to Charlotte's maturing body by the arousal of strong feelings that are manifested initially by emotional and latterly physical interaction.The six books in the series are from Charlotte's diaries; tracing her memories of a fulfilling, yet at times turbulent, series of relationships, starting with her early life in South Africa.Charlotte's African Diaries. Extract.Summer was her favourite time, a time to be freer from the constraints of being indoors and the attentions of her Aunt Maude. She had always referred to Maud as her Aunt out of respect, although she was not related to her in any way.The midday sun warmed her legs right up to her waist. Her legs, thighs and tight rounded bottom that were exposed to the dappled rays shining through the leaves.The sun's heat beat through her thin summer frock directly onto the upturned cheeks of her bottom, no panties as they had been too uncomfortable to pull on as this morning after she had been spanked across Maude's lap. The heat from the sun was radiating across both cheeks making her tingle with the perverse pleasure that the pain inevitably promoted.It was always the same.That sharp voice calling her name.Entering the snug seeing Maude sitting upright in the high backed chair she loved so much. She was an attractive spinster with close bobbed hair giving her a deceptively mannish appearance that seemed to argue with the rest of her body; long legs leading to a shapely if not rather narrow hips and an even smaller waist line that accentuated the two very full and firm breasts pushing out from under a thin dark blue blouse buttoned all the way down the front. Her hands were folded over her calf length skirt with its full length front panel hiding the long zipper that allowed the skirt to be parted and opened out; those hands held a fascination for Charlotte. They often appeared to have a life and activity of their own, seemingly at times to be totally independent of their owner, long slender fingers perfectly designed to grasp firmly yet able to open and penetrate with ease the smallest of apertures. Her eyes strayed to her Aunt's nipples quietly visible; this would change as the conversation and the anticipation of events moved forward. Reacting like warning beacons of the arousing of Maude's feelings; they never failed in their duty. Charlotte could never get over her fascination of their engorgement which in turn excited her body into its own inevitable response. It was so calm out in the open as if there were no challenges or problems left to think about; high up a leaf circled down twisting as it fell, she watched fascinated, then at the last moment a small puff of wind pushed it out of line, while at the same time flipping the hem of her short frock up to her waist, it land on her bare bottom right between her two moon shaped cheeks.She gazed out over the sloping grass running down to the veldt below; their house in rural east Africa might be isolated but it was set in a wild and beautiful countryside. Her aunt had lived here for the last fifteen years sharing it with her missionary husband until tragedy struck at their whole family. Her parents friend, Maud's husband, had been driving her parents back from the nearest large town after their customary big monthly shopping trip both in the back, the front passenger seat crammed with their purchases. Disaster came in the form of a rogue bull elephant that had been rampaging through the surrounding countryside for weeks cleverly evading all attempts of the Game Warden to put an end to both him and the terror he spread. According to Ngoli, her uncle's number one follower and aide, they came across the big male in a stretch of road where it cut through a small but steep kopje.