The dawn was beginning to break on the 9th June. Waiting for the poll results to be read out. We all look down. Waiting, waiting. Our hearts racing. Blood pulsating. Waiting for that ever changing result. And it had arrived. Jeremy Corbyn had won the seat of Islington, securing his place. The deafening cheers of the tired volunteers electrified the stadium. He stood up to the podium. We all stared in his eyes, taking in his every word. A profound victory for Islington, as it was called. I ran up to him, I congratulated him. I was in awe to see him this close. We were joking about. The cameras were everywhere, a flash at every possible angle to capture this moment. We were having some banter. Laughing. He rose his hand. I turned away as soon as he did. His hand came towards me full force, he hadn't realised I took mine down. But it was too late. His hand had spanked my tender breast, full force. He immediately took it back and carried on as nothing had happened, as had I. I kept on smiling, acting like nothing happened, but in my mind, all I could think of was the touch I had recently received by Jeremy Corbyn. We went our seperate ways. It was all I could think of. I needed him. The touch was not enough, it was a starting point. I began to have sense of warmness and my nipple went hard. I had to be with him. I ran to his room and knocked on the door. He was surprised to see me. "Oh, it's you. I'm sorry about what had happened before." Jeremy Corbyn said, I knew he was saying this as a requirement, he isn't sorry, the only thing he is sorry for is not doing it hard enough. I could see it in his eyes. The eyes never lie. I walk up to him. He reminds me of a slim Santa. All I could think of was sitting on his lap and wishing for him to spank me in other places, and harder. I caressed his old, wrinkly face that had the same texture as my sofa. He took his hands and placed them on my breasts. I exclaimed an erogenous moan as he squeezed them like lemons. Suddenly, he let go and told me, "I'm sorry, we can't do this. Not here. It's too public." "When will we then Jeremy Corbyn?" I replied. "I'll call you." He said as he caressed my cheek. I left the room and my orgasm was left half complete, I was frustrated. I ran to the bathroom and fisted myself violently to get it to reach its potential.