My parents’ bedroom. Short erotic story.

I was only 18 years old young and naive when this story took place. Two of my brother’s 30 year old friends came looking for him at our house. He was not home but they politely asked it they could come in and wait for him to return.

I graciously opened the door and stepped aside. They asked me if I knew when he would come back but, I really had no idea.

They asked me if I was bored and alone, taunting me, jokingly at first, and in fact I was. The days were very hot and I didn’t feel like going out much. I told them they could amuse me if they wanted to.

I flirted with them like a little slut and told them I was horny.

Rocco asked. “There are 2 of us which one do you like most?”

I smiled and replied simply. “I don’t mind, I like you both.”

and I certainly didn’t mind. There was plenty of me to go around for both of them. I just needed to be fucked hard, and I wanted it badly.

I took the two older men by the hand and led them into my parents’ bedroom. I slowly undressed as gI danced around the room in slow provocative circles. At first I showed just enough to tease them with quick flashes of my tiny pink nipples. Then I took off all my clothes. Rocco and Chris quickly undressed as well. I saw their cocks for the first time and it gave me a warm, burning sensation between my thighs. They were both erect, with a throbbing red hue, just waiting for me to touch them.

“I like it hard and rough, can you fellows handle that? I quizzed them.
I stooped down to my knees, and as I looked up at Rocco as I slipped my lips down over the head of his cock. I began licking him all the way around, and sliding my tongue down the length of his shaft all the way to his balls. The smell and taste of him caught me by surprise and I was so overwhelmed I almost came instantly.

Chris was stroking his cock, watching with intense scrutiny. He looked as if he could hardly believe what he was seeing, and yet expected to see exactly what he saw at the same time. Chris carefully laid on the floor and slid his head up under my bottom. Once below me, he started to lick my pussy as he continued to stroke his cock.

He was biting my swollen clit, fingering me with 3 fingers and using his other hand to stroke himself. I began sucking very hard on Rocco’s cock, and occasionally biting the tip of it with playful little nibbles. He was moaning and so was I. I was aching for more as Chris’s fingers dug deep up inside of me. Rocco started to fuck my mouth really hard and fast. The powerful thrusts of his cock into my throat almost gagged me.

Chris repositioned himself again, and slid his body between my legs so I was hovered over his cock. I let out a scream as Chris slid his cock inside of me and I felt my pussy being rammed by Chris. He slid his cock in and out fucking my pussy harder and harder. I screamed more loudly, begging him not to stop. Rocco was rubbing my clit as Chris fucked me hard. I never wanted this to stop.

Rocco maneuvered himself above me and put his dick between my huge tits. He began fucking my tits and moaning. I would lick his cock when it was close enough to my mouth. Chris fucked me hard. “You little dirty slut! Your pussy feels soooooo, goooood! I never wanna stop fucking you,” he screamed.

“Mooooooore, more, more. Fuck me hard, I’m begging you fuck me hard!” I begged.

Rocco was fucking my tits. Having these two guys on me was amazing. I was their slut. Chris’s balls tightened and I could tell he was about to come. He pulled his cock out of my pussy and came to my mouth, and Rocco did the same. They both came in my mouth, stroking their sperm into my mouth. I swallowed all of their hot milky sperm.

I told them I still wanted to have another orgasm. They started to lick my pussy and my ass. They took turns fingering my pussy and my asshole, and rubbing my tits. I was well served. I was begging for more as I started to cum. They both licked the juices dripping from my sore pulsating pussy. Finally we fell asleep completely exhausted.
We repeated that fuck scenario 3 more times before my brother came home and found us having coffee on the porch. I left them to talk about their work and went out with my friends. That same evening I fucked another guy in the toilet of the bar. I admit my hunger for sex is abnormally huge, but it’s rarely a problem finding someone willing to put out my fires.

Dr. George

In a downtown clinic a bespectacled Dr George was in his morning surgery nodding understandingly as he sat behind his desk listening to his new patient, Tabitha Lansing – a strikingly raven haired, shapely and vivacious 45 year old divorcee with 3 grown up boys, trying to put into words 30 years of suppressed sexual frustration.

She was perched rather attractively on the edge of a black leather sofa in front of the window through which shafts of sunlight filtered through the blinds. “Well Doctor George,” she began slowly. “It’s kind of, you know, embarrassing to talk about – even to someone as qualified as yourself.”

Dr George, who bore an uncanny likeness to Woody Allen, smiled reassuringly at the nervous woman. “Nonsense Mrs Lansing,” he began.

“OH please call me Tammy, Dr George.” she interjected. “No need for formalities.”

“Tammy it is then.” he agreed as he took down notes. “As for being embarrassed, well, believe you me, I’ve just about seen and heard everything about the human condition that a man in my profession can hear. Being embarrassed is only a problem if you let it be. As this is our first meeting, think of it as your first psychological barrier to get over. So take a deep breath Tammy and just let it all come out. You’ll feel quite relieved afterwards. Light headed almost. That’s a promise.”

Tammy really wondered if he had seen and heard it all. Was her “problem” a common one? She doubted it. In all her years, she’d never met anyone who bore the slightest hint of a “problem” like hers as she was growing up through college, work and her, eventually failed, marriage. But then again, her condition wasn’t something you brought up in idle chit-chat during a girls get together at the local supermarket or wherever.

It had been her divorce that had been the final straw. She needed to talk to someone – anyone – about her condition before she went crazy. It was much worse than an itch you couldn’t scratch! In this case, it wasn’t so much an itch that was bothering her more a good slap.

She put her hands on her cheeks trying to hide her blush. “Oh my, this IS so embarrassing Dr George.” she laughed. “But here goes.” She composed herself. “Ever since I can remember I’ve always had an interest in..” Tammy paused, looked down at her lap where she was twiddling her thumbs nervously. “…my bottom.”

Dr George felt his eyebrows rise despite himself. “Your bottom?”

She shifted and squirmed “that bottom”, hardly able to meet his surprised look. “Well, not so much my bottom per se. More about what things can be done with it, I mean – to it.”

Her Doctor pushed his owl shaped spectacles up onto the bridge of his nose. This most certainly was getting very interesting. Very interesting indeed. “Like what?” he asked as he fiddled with his pen.

Tammy bit her lip. Well, here she was. This was it. Eventually. After all her doubts and deliberations she was finally going to confess her guilty secret to someone other than her reflection in the mirror. Goodness knows she’d practiced this precise moment enough times in front of it. “Show some spunk woman get it over with!!” she heard the voice in her head scolding her. She glanced up at him. “Like – spanking.”

It took him all his ware with all not to let his mouth drop open. “Spanking?”

“Another one?” he mused to himself.

Tammy flushed hotly at the mere mention of the word. It always provoked that reaction in her. No matter where she was, what she was doing or who she was with, if she heard the word “spanking” the world turned technicolor with exploding fireworks and it took an absolute age for her to calm down. She gave him another apologetic smile. “See, told you it was embarrassing. I can’t explain it. I go all funny when I think about being – spanked. Sometimes it gets so bad I can’t do whatever it was I was doing. It really is a bit of a pain.”

Dr George had removed his spectacles and was chewing an end thoughtfully. This certainly was a turn up for the books – an enticing one too if he was honest. “Indeed. A pain in the ass literally you might say.”

Tammy smiled despite her discomfort. “Or not. That’s the problem Dr George.”

He got up from behind his desk and came around to sit next to her on the sofa. She shifted slightly but didn’t say anything. She considered her analyst as any woman would a man. He certainly wasn’t Mr Universe. Heck, he wasn’t even Mr Small town in the middle-of-nowhere America but he did have a certain “something” about him. From their 15 minutes together in this first session, she’d found him personable, a keen listener and sort of fascinating in an “ugly authoritative” sort of way. He was dressed in a short sleeved neatly ironed blue shirt with dark blue diamond tie and black slacks. She felt hot all over. It had been six months since her divorce and she’d lost count the number of disappointing blind dates she’d had to endure. Her dates weren’t the problem – most had been fine. It was just her. Call it feminine intuition but she knew none of them had that thing about them that she wanted most. A manner which would mean she’d be guaranteed to get a good old fashioned spanking on her rather large and round butt if she asked for it. “Doctor George must think me a right trollop.” she groaned to herself.

But if she could hear what was going on in her psychiatrists head..

Despite the whirr of the cooling fan above them it had suddenly got rather hot in the room. Dr George told himself to be professional even though he didn’t feel it inside. Inside, his heart was thudding loudly in his chest. He had a guilty secret too. He quite enjoyed the idea of taking a grown woman across his lap, raising her skirt, pulling down her panties and slapping her shapely rear until it was as hot, red and sore as a furnace. “Or not?” he blurted out, trying to sound calm and collected.

Tammy twisted her fingers and sighed loudly. “That’s my problem Dr George. No matter how hard I try I just can’t seem to find a man who’s interested enough to want to spank me. It is just so frustrating. I’m beginning to think I’m never going to find one. There’s also the other thing.”

“Other thing?” he asked.

She lowered her head to avoid his gaze. “I’m scared that if I was in a relationship with a man and I came straight out and asked him to spank me he’d think I was different – or worse. He might think I was a – “ her voice had dropped to a whisper. “ – a pervert.”

There was a moment’s silence. Then he put his hand over hers which was clasping her knee. “Nonsense. Of course you’re not a pervert. Far from it. I’ll have you know that you’re not alone in having these desires and wants either. Would it shock you to know that I’ve met a few women with the same feelings as you have?”

Tammy looked up and blinked. “What?” she exclaimed surprised. “There are?” She gasped. “You have?”

He nodded. “Why yes indeed. It’s not a crime to want to experience something that “normal” people see as different. Remember, in the spanking world you’re as normal as everyone else and that everyone outside that world are the one’s who are different. I can assure you Tammy that there ARE men out there who want nothing more than to give you a thorough spanking on your bare bottom. Don’t be so downhearted; in my experience it’s a question of when, not if, you’ll meet someone.” He reassured her by patting her on the knee again where her short dark red skirt had ridden up to expose her bare flesh. It was something that didn’t go unnoticed by his patient.

She looked at him with a doubtful expression. “Well, I don’t know about that Dr George. I wish I could share your optimism but from what I’ve experienced all the men I’ve dated since my divorce have only one thing on their minds – and that’s to get me into the sack!!” She clasped her hands together and gave a sigh. “Knowing my luck I’m never ever going to get my bottom spanked. It’s so depressing Dr George!”

Dr George glanced at the round clock which was on the wall behind his desk. “Mrs Lansing,” he said emphatically. “I have a suggestion to put to you.” He slapped his knee comically.

Tammy looked at him. “You do?”

Dr George sat back on the leather sofa. “Indeed I do. Seeing as I’ve booked you in for an hour for your first session with me and we’ve barely used 15 minutes of that – what say I solve your immediate problem right here and now?”

“Oh?” she asked. Her heart leaping for she thought she realised what he was going to suggest but not quite believing or grasping that this was the type of therapy she thought he had in mind. Were psychiatrists allowed to do something like that? Wasn’t it unethical? “You do – you can?”

Dr George nodded eagerly. What a splendid remedy. “Very much so.” he said enthusiastically. “I think as part of your ongoing treatment I should give you a good firm spanking right now.”

Tabitha Lansing was nigh speechless. “Here?” she blurted out in surprise. “Right now?”

He just sat there with a silly grin on his face and spread his hands wide. “Well, you paid for the full hour.” he pointed out. “It seems a shame to waste the 45 minutes you have left just discussing the things you already know about yourself. Even in the short time we’ve been together I think I have a good picture on the type of woman you are and the type of thing you need to rediscover your confidence. So, do you want me to give you a spanking or not?”

Tabitha looked at the clock. “A 45 minute spanking?” she gulped.

Forty-five minutes.

“I guess so.”

Her psychiatrist beamed and patted his lap.

Part 2.

Tabitha Lansing was about to get and experience her very first spanking at the hand – by the hand – of her psychiatrist, Dr George. Blushing madly deeply, she self consciously tried to tug down the hem of her very short red skirt which made her Doctor chuckle at her antics. She glanced up at him when she heard him laugh. “If I’d of know I was going to be spanked I’d of worn something more appropriate – and longer!” she said earnestly as she wiggled her hips fussily. She then took his hand as he helped her over his lap and felt him moving her around to get her in the best position for her first ever EVER bottom slapping. As he bounced her up and down and left and right she felt a tell-tale bump nudging her lower belly. Well, what did she expect? She knew she had a figure to turn heads – especially her bottom, which she had always considered her prize asset since it had blossomed alarmingly in high school. “Am I doing this right Doctor George?” she asked, feeling slightly girlishly as she rubbed her fleshy thighs together.

Her Doctor grunted as he lifted her hips slightly and adjusted his lap to ease the pressure on his throbbing tumescence which was a natural reaction to having his face filled with a bum-full of succulent female bottom flesh. “You’re doing splendidly Mrs Lansing.” he enthused as he patted her rump warmly as if to reassure her. “As for your skirt, I have to say it enhances your bottom magnificently even if it is rather short. If I may be so bold – shall we begin?”

Tammy turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder through her long cascading hair. “I don’t think I’m in a position to say no am I?” She gripped a cushion for comfort as her brow furrowed as something suddenly occurred to her. Something she hadn’t considered before – another part of her “condition” perhaps? To her it was both ridiculous and thrilling in equal measure. “Do you think I should ask for my spanking Doctor?”

Dr George rubbed his chin considering her point. “Do you want to ask for one?”

“I’m not sure.” she replied with a frown. “I do and I don’t – if you see what I mean.”

“Indeed I do.” he said, noting her perplexed expression. He had seen this type of thing before with women who wanted something but didn’t think it was ladylike to actually have to ask for it themselves. “It’s only natural to have doubts about confronting your inner most feelings. But you’ve already taken the most difficult decision by coming to see me. Getting a spanking is merely the next natural step along the road as you come to realise that you’re just as normal and healthy a woman as the next – albeit with a more colourful shade to her sexuality. Indeed, probably a red one by the time you leave here.” he chuckled. “It’s only my considered opinion Mrs Lansing but I do think you should ask me for a spanking. You obviously have a need to rationalize a reason for receiving your spanking as well.”

Tabitha frowned. Why did she have to open her big mouth? ASK for a spanking?! It had been hard enough picking up the phone and making an appointment in the first place. But the more she thought about it, the idea of actually ASKING someone to spank her did make her glow from head to toe. She got more hot as she looked over her left shoulder and said “D..Dr George,” she began hesitantly. “I think I need you to give me a spanking. I think I really do need one. On my bottom. On my ass. On my big fat butt.”

Dr George nodded – professionally of course. “Alrighty Mrs Lansing, you have suggested an excellent course of treatment if I do say so myself. One emotional and physically therapeutic solution coming right up.” He raised his right hand and after a moments pause – long enough to allow her to change her mind – he brought it down on the crest of her bottom with a dull thud.

As the session progressed and the minutes ticked slowly – increasingly stingingly and painfully – by..

“So Mrs Lansing,” asked Dr George who had broken out into a sweat as he flattened his patient’s skirted rear with another meaty wallop. They were now well into triple figures. “Are you enjoying your spanking?”

WALLOP. Tabitha grunted as she felt her backside ballooning back into its perkily rotund shape. One thing was for sure – she sure did have one elasticated and solid ass. Not only was her sexuality and downright enjoyment of the experience expanding so was her backside to boot!! The only way she could describe how she was feeling was to say it felt as if she was standing naked in front of a huge open log fire and was bent facing away from it with her hands on her knees as the crackling flames toasted her swollen buns. Like roasting her big fluffy white marshmallow cheeks until they were crisp, tanned and so very very hot and it felt absolutely wonderful. “Oh, it’s most certainly different to how I thought it would be Doctor George.”

CRACK. “How so Mrs Lansing, more painful?” he asked.

SLAP. “Hmmmmmmm ow,” yelped Tabitha as she bucked up and down on his firm thighs. “After a spank like that – yes, but not in a painful hurting sort of way. I can’t explain it Dr George, all I know is that being spanked is exactly the solution to my emotional problems. It feels like my inner self has just walked out of a long dark shadow into warm bright sunlight. It’s delightful and delicious. Keep spanking me please!!” She glanced up at the clock on the wall. “I still have 10 minutes left yet!!”

Sensing her ebullient mood, Dr George thought it best to move on to the next stage of his patient’s treatment. “Splendid Mrs Lansing. It gives me immense satisfaction to see the results of my diagnosis working so effectively and immediately. If I may offer another suggestion, in the time we have remaining in this session, I think it an ideal opportunity to introduce a natural progression to what we’ve been doing so far so that you can better understand all aspects of that part of your sexual being that has been suppressed within you for so very long.” He gave her ass a last SWAT for effect.

“AAOW!!” yipped Tabitha as she scrabbled round with both hands to clutch her backside. WOW. That one had stung like hell and she loved it despite the smart wallowing around, over and through her bum cheeks. Boy, she sure did feel dammed hot and spicy for between her thighs she was absolutely buzzing. This was great – being spanked was the best thing ever.

Tabitha’s mind – along with her hormones – was working over time musing over the slightly unreal question of the matrimonial status of the gentleman over whose lap she currently resided for she had glanced at his ring less hands with a keen feminine eye. An opportunity for another time perhaps? Through her heat haze she thought she heard him speak. “Hmmmmmmmmm, natural progression?” she smiled lazily, purring contentedly as she stretched. “Doctor George, believe me – you can do anything, absolutely ANYTHING you want right now and I’ll let you.”

Later that same day..

Tabitha Lansing felt there were a thousand and one pairs of eyes watching her as she walked down the avenue idly browsing the local apartment stores checking out the latest fashions and bargains. She had the slightly unreal feeling that each of those pairs of eyes were glued to her put putt putting bottom which felt about twice its normal size after her invigorating first session with her psychiatrist.

And what a first session it had been.

Especially when she’d found out what he’d meant by the phrase “Natural progression.” In other words, the removal of her skimpy pair of matching red lacy panties until they lay taught between her damp thighs. How had he put it again?

“Now then Mrs Lansing,” he’d began. “For a spanking to be most effective for the recipient it has to be done in the proper fashion don’t you think?”

Before she could think of a sensible answer he’d slipped his hands underneath her by now up around her hips skirt and was doing interesting things with his fingertips. “Oh?” was all she could mumble. That felt soooooooo good!!

“Now in all the latest medical research done by trained professionals I’ve read they recommend a spanking should be given on the bare bottom. Since you’ve been such an outstanding patient and have responded magnificently to my suggested treatment I’m now going to move on to the next stage and remove these wonderful panties of yours so we can continue your spanking but this time on your bare bottom which I have to say Mrs Lansing is looking rather splendidly scarlet. Now be a good girl and raise your hips.”

Tabitha did as she was told and as her panties were pulled ziggidy-zaggedy down over her hips and full red bottom she could feel the breeze wafting over her smarting rear from the whup whup whup of the over head ceiling fan. She felt herself shiver and the only thing that crossed her mind as she heard – then felt – the resounding crack of her first bare bottomed spank was the revelation that “THIS WAS DEFINITELY WHAT SHE WANTED.”

So for the final 10 or so minutes of her session with Doctor George, she found herself unable to stop herself giggling like a schoolgirl as he spanked her bare bottom until it was as red as her panties..

Doctor George followed Mrs Lansing out into the reception area where his rather strikingly gorgeous receptionist looked up from behind her desk and smiled. “Yes Doctor George?”

Sitting on the edge of her desk he picked up his appointment book. “Helen, can you book Mrs Lansing in for another appointment.” He looked at the other woman whose face was probably as red as her bottom. “I take it same time next week is fine with you Mrs Lansing?”

Tabitha had lost her tongue for the receptionist had smiled a knowing smile when they’d made eye contact so she merely nodded and took his hand when he offered it. “Huh huh.” she mumbled as she let him lead her out of his office.

His receptionist looked up from checking case-notes as her boss came back into the office gently whistling to himself. She smiled for she knew the reason why. He’d been in such a good mood quite a lot lately as more and more women had asked especially for his services. He came to stand beside her and she felt herself shiver slightly.

“Any more appointments this afternoon Helen?” he asked as she felt him gently blowing her thick long red hair playfully. She felt herself beginning to squirm in her seat. There were times lately when she thought it might be best if she did her job standing up judging by the number of times she let Doctor George refine – indulge – his own special brand of physical remedies on her!

Not that she complained of course. After all, a woman with this particular fetish needed to get it satisfied some way or the other.

“Ummm, no Doctor George. All done for today.” She licked her lips and turned to look up at him with her baby blues. “Is…is there anything else you want me to do….want to do to me before I go home?” She could feel her heart thudding in her throat. She wondered what he would use this time. Last time had been that dreadful wooden paddle he’d bought the last time he’d visited Vegas for that psychiatrists convention. He’d bruised her bottom for a whole week with that thing!!

“Why don’t you lock the door and come into my office Helen.” he smiled suggestively. “I’m sure we can think of something – to while away a few hours.”

As he watched his receptionist and her spectacularly rotund ass swaying this way and that as she went to the door he mused that a psychiatrist’s lot was sometimes a tough one.

Sometimes.

by Ian56

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At daddy’s expense!

It had been one hot day in the middle of June ’52 as I recall when the remarkable Miss Marple had entered a particularly favourite restaurant I frequented and thus stepped into my life changing it forever…

The dog days of June had thankfully passed into a breezy July of hot-house temperatures, much beverages drank and minimal clothing need worn. Which judging by the vision sitting opposite me at our table this very second was fine and dandy by me.

Being an item, we had arranged to meet for lunch which we always did on tuesdays for she liked to spend some of the weekly allowance her daddy gave her shopping in the city and afterwards she’d meet me from work at our favourite table at the Boulevard en Suite to muse of the day we had each lived through.

She had entered gracefully with that whimsical air of beauty knowing, gliding amongst the diners and drawing many an admiring glance dressed as she was in a sleeveless white top and knee-length plain cream skirt with a hem-line of lace. A brief kiss on the cheek and we settled down to our meal. The food and wine was exquiste as we relaxed and I listened to her talking about her day, the things she’d bought and general idle curiosities that crossed her mind for she was not one to let a silence last for long in attentive company.

Resting her chin on an up-turned palm her eyes drift idly around the room, a sure sign that her mind was beginning to wander as the wine took affect. I smiled indulgantly able at lesiure to sit and admire her obvious pristine charms and wonder what they’d be like free of clothes and cares. For despite the obvious temptation, a gentleman would never force such an issue whatever the given opportunity. “Had a good day ?” I asked, making small talk to bring her back to me.

She blinked and smiled a perfect smile. “Oh my yes, don’t I always. If daddy wants to give me money who am I not to indulge myself and see that it is spent forthwith !!”

I took another sip of wine. “You spent all of it?” I enquired, slightly perturbed.

My lovely companion smiled, rather cheekily I thought with a touch of devilment glinting in her eyes. “Uhuh..” she whispered bending forward across the table. “All gone.”

I was hard pushed to keep even the mearest hint of a smile off my face as she proceeded to show me her newly bought wares. Much as I’d thought. Clothes and knick knacks that would most probably be worn or used once and then discarded. “All of it? I don’t think daddy will be pleased. Wasn’t that sum supposed to last you for a week ?” I enquired. Though she was the apple of her fathers eye I’d come to discover he was a man of strict morals and unbringing who ruled his house with a rod of iron and not one to accept loose morals.

“Oh, well, yes I suppose so. Besides, what he and ma’ma don’t know won’t hurt them or to the point, heaven forbid, me will it ?” she sniffed, blushing slightly and lifting her chin up haughtily. “I mean, you certainly won’t inform him will you? ” she stated flatly looking me in the eye. “After all we are an item.”

Why, the trumpted up little madam !! Whilst somewhat grudgingly admiring her barefaced cheek I was shocked at her attitude. Especially her presumed opinion of my moral fibre or lack of. “Oh, and what makes you think I won’t inform him ?” I enquired.

She smiled knowingly, smugly. “Well, I know you won’t. Least not if you want to stay in my good books and find favour.”

I was so shocked I could only stare at her as she reached into an ivory bowl and popped a grape into her mouth chewing smugly as if she knew she was right. “You think so hmmm ? Supposing I did. What would happen ?” I asked, regaining my composure as I dabbed my lips with a white napkin. At my question, she stopped chewing and her face turned slightly pale.

“Oh, well, daddy would do what all daddies would do wouldn’t he? He’d blow his top and definitely take me in hand.”

“In hand ?”

She licked her lips as if remembering something upleasant “It may have escaped your notice Sir but my daddy is a very strict daddy. He certainly doesn’t brook argument from any of his daughters, especially his eldest one. “No excuses, no scenes and no blubbing !!” he always says. He just cuts to the chase and takes the rod to our er…” she glanced quickly around, lent further forward and whispered. “Bottoms.”

Bottoms ? Her bottom ?!! The thought of her pater taking a slice of swishy bamboo to her as yet unseen on my part (for shame Sir) derriere was one to linger over and cherish on a lonely night. I can well imagine the scene as he laid on a bakers dozen of whippy stingers, more than enough to chastise a willfull and naughty young lady such as the remarkable Miss Marple.

Across from me I could see her licking the whipped cream off her desert spoon as if all was well in her little world. So she thinks I wouldn’t tell hmmmm?

An hour later as the setting sun sank into an mid-summers evening haze we found ourselves in my apartment which was bathed in an orange laticed glow as sunbeams filtered through the blinds. Slipping off my jacket, I threw it over a chair and turned to the figure standing on my prize oriental rug in the middle of the floor. Her arms were crossed protectively across her ample bosom and she bore a deep, distasteful frown upon her pretty face.

“Drink ?” I asked her pleasantly. No answer, but I had expected that for the journey from the restaurant to here had been the same. After my comments at the dinner table she had gasped at my sheer audacity and despite initial protests had clammed up tight realising her predicament. I had her trapped in a web of consequence and she knew it.

The only sound was the sound of the world going by outside my first floor apartment window. Inside, time was, as they say, standing still. But time, as they say too, doesn’t stand still for no man. “Lets begin shall we.” I stated suddenly making her step back with surprise. Perhaps she thought I had been bluffing when in the restaurant I had said pointedly “If your daddy is to remain non the wiser over your spendthrift then it would be remiss of me as a man of manners and upbringing not to deal with you myself. After all its a matter of principle and the right thing for a gentleman to do.” Now she knew better.

Standing before me, sullen, yet still a picture of radiance she glowered at me with fire and surprise dancing in her eyes. “I…you can’t be serious. Its not proper. Indeed Sir, it is downright ungentlemanly and salacious in the extreme!! ” she exclaimed with her hands bundled into fists on each hip. I could see her mind working over-time to escape. I kept silent. “Though we are an item, as you say, and have even shared a certain passion for kissing and fondling that still doesn’t give you the right to punish my bottom. A ladies bottom a suitor shouldn’t even see until at least their betrothal and preferably their wedding night!! This, this…” she pouted. “Its..its blackmail !!”

Rolling up my shirt sleeve I shrugged. “Well, it seems you have a choice to make then. Either I deal with you or your daddy does. I’d wager a fair bet that he’d deal with you more harshly than I as well as stopping your allowance for a period. Consider not being able to shop for a month or two. How would you endure such a prospect hmmmm?” I finished, smiling as her mouth dropped open at the very thought. I could tell that was a consequence she hadn’t considered.

Her face flushed and her eyes opened wide as something else suddenly occurred to her as her gaze darted around the sparse furnishings of my apartment. “Oh but wait, how can you punish me when you have nary a stick of that awful bamboo to hand !!” she said excitedly and with much relief for she thought she had me at an obvious disadvantage.

No matter for I had other idea’s. “Though a dose with a swishy cane would do you the world of good my dear there are other ways to punish naughty ladies such as yourself. A vigorous bout of hard hand spanking should suffice this time.” I reasoned, walking over to my sofa and raising a helping hand for her to lie over my expectant lap.

Shocked, she jumped back in alarm and waved a finger at me. “A spanking ?!!” she cried. “On my bare bottom ?” she squeaked.” Absolutely not Sir. Its bad enough knowing I have to bare my buttocks in your presense but to allow your flesh to touch mine is just not…not ladylike !!”

She was quite lovely standing there in the fading sunlight all indignant and fiery of temper. If our relationship was going to be a fruitful and happy one she’d just have to learn who was in charge.

“What was your daddy’s phone number again?”

“Ow ow ouch. Please, oh not so hmmmmmmm ooooo hard !!” winced Miss Marple as I spanked her again trying to make her left cheek as tender and red as its companion. “Ah, haven’t you finished yet Sir ? The sting is really quite awful you know!!” she pleaded, looking at me over her shoulder with dew drop eyes. I slapped her bottom again, this time a little harder. “Ohhhhhhh please, please owwwwwww stop. I’m sorry I really ammmmmmm. I’ve learned my lesson truly I have !!” she groaned, squirming around to grasp and kneed her scarlet behind as well as trying to fend me off.

Grasping her hand, I held it firm in the swallow of her back keeping it out of the way thus leaving me with an unrestricted view of her most alluring behind. A very fine behind it was too. Not too full, not too small. Blemish free with a dark cleft and each cheek topped off with a cute dimple. Most impressive and one which I intended to enjoy over and over and over.

Giving in to temptation, I gave her perfect bottom another hefty swipe with my firm hand if only to satisfy myself and to embelish her punishment.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….”

A short while later….

Smoothing down her skirt, the lovely Miss Marple glanced up at me as I stood watching her with a look of amusement on my face. Reaching up she fixed her ribbon and met my gaze.” You know, though you shouldn’t of did what you did Herbert, all things considered I’m sort of glad you did. At least a spanking from you is far less severe on my bottom than a dose of daddy’s awful cane.” she smiled wryly reaching around to rub away any lingering after-effects. “Oh, do look at the time. I shall be late and no mistake. Cook will have the tea ready. I really have to go.” She crossed to me and gave me a peck on the cheek before running from my apartment and closing the door with a bang.

Well, well. What an eventful end to what had looked to be an uneventful day. All because of the carefree whims of the most remarkable Miss Marple. I stood watching from my balcony as she walked carefree down the street with her hips swaying this way and that as if our spanking had never happened at all. I smiled to myself. No doubt she was already looking forward to another shopping expedition at her daddy’s expense I mused as I picked up the phone.

“What was her daddy’s phone number again?”

An All American Spanking, wrapped in Pie

It was Friday night and the big city blues were in full swing. Amidst the swirl of alcohol and misty tobacco I was with a few of the (motley) crew from lower south side getting totally blitzed on cheap vodka and snakebites as we sat listening to the sound of rebellion coming from the Fat Larry jukebox.

Call me Joe by the way. At last count I’m 25 going on 40. Looks wise I’m tall, dark but nothing special at all. Anyway, I looked better in the shadows. In the shadows is what I do best these days. Give me a dark corner away from the bright city lights any time. Nothing beats living and riding on the cutting edge of twilight as day turns to dusk. No rules – No responsibility is my motto. Look after number one. Friday night was the night to hang loose with the band and watch the underworld come to life whilst listening to jumping jack flash having a gas gas gas.

Nate, 22, a slave to his music with his orange hair glowing neon like in the gloom lifted his shaggy head and waved his glass wanting attention from whichever waitress had the bottle of 100% proof vodka to hand. “Hey bitch babe, need a refill like yesterday. Come on honey gimme another shot.” As you can see Nate has a way with the ladies.

Across the table Bruno, a 5′ 6 pocket midget mongrel of mixed Italian/Portuguese decent and our rhythm king looked up from behind his veil of Cuban mist and flicked a peanut at our ladies man. “Hey reefer, show the lady some fuckin’ respect man. If not for her you’d have ta haul that skinny ass of yours to the bar.”

Nate made a face at the bass man and gave him the single digit salute. “Eat me, beat me, you slicked back prick.” He turned as the waitress came over with a collection of shorts and long burns on her tray. “About time honey.” he muttered sarcastically.

The petite legit blonde ignored his pimple-covered face. “Don’t call me honey or else.” said the girl as she glanced in my direction.

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Like mother, like daughter.

It was late one winter’s Wednesday evening when the phone rang at Mrs Bentley’s thatched roof cottage. Constance Bentley, a slim, well proportioned lady in her late 50’s and recently divorced from her slapdash of a husband Bruce of some 25 years put aside her sewing and went to answer it. It was her daughter, Abigail, on the other end of the line sounding, well, quite upset by all accounts. Constance was a little shocked as to be expected. “Abigail dear,” she asked concerned, “Whatever is the matter ?!”

Her daughter took after her both in good looks and deportment. Even though she was dark and her daughter blonde. Her daughter was also a headstrong girl of nineteen who had been married to George, a city broker, for some 3 months and they had moved into a large stately home nearby thankfully. It sounded like her precious pumpkin was crying. What on earth had happened ? Had there been an accident ? Was she alright ? She clutched the phone closer to her ear and listened as her daughter spoke. “M..mer..Mummy, c..can you you come round quickly. I….that is, George wants to…wants to speak to you right this m..mer minute…please Mummy.” whimpered her daughter sniffily.

Where her daughter was concerned nothing was too good. “Of course dear, I shall get my coat and be there forthwith. Don’t cry pumpkin, I’m sure whatever the problem is we can sort it out. Leave the backdoor on the latch and I’ll be there in about 5 minutes. Is that husband of yours home from work yet ?” There was a pause.

“Y..yes Mummy, he’s right here….waiting for you.” she finished enigmatically.

Constance frowned. She didn’t know what to make of that. Perhap’s they’d had an argument. “Well, can’t stand around thinking about it.” she thought to herself. If that oaf of a husband has been upsetting her pride and joy there’d be hell to pay. “I’m on my way sweetie, won’t be long….”

Pulling to a stop in her daughter’s driveway, Constance got quickly out of her car and went round to the back of the house to enter through the rear entrance. Curiously, she noticed that her daughter’s two cats were sitting on the kitchen window sill watching intently at something happening inside. She noticed that all the front lights were off too, apparently the only one on was at the rear in the kitchen. Reaching the backdoor, she clicked it open without knocking and made her way along the hall towards where a sliver of light shone between a gap in the door. Just as she was about to open it she head her daughter pleading to someone.

Hesitant, she stopped and listened. It was her daughter: “No darling, please don’t, pleeeeeeease don’t do that. You know I don’t like that. I swear I won’t ever…ever…EVER do that again. I’m sorry, I really really am. No George…you..you can’t, I’m too old for another spanking and my Mother will be here too in a minute !!” cried her daughter’s voice in rising alarm.

Constance, hidden in shadow, heard her daughter’s husband stop short Abigail’s pleadings. He sounded seriously angry.

“Oh, so that’s who you were on the phone too upstairs hmmm ? Good, the sooner she gets here the better then. She’ll learn what a willful and naughty daughter she has. I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life Abigail. Its time you dammed well learned to grow up. This time I’m going to make sure I teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget. Now stop struggling and come here !!”

Constance stood listening wide-eyed with amazement. Crikey, what was he so angry about and why was her daughter pleading with him ?!! He shouldn’t be talking to her flesh and blood like that !! What was he talking about when he ordered her to “STOP struggling ?!!” Trying not to make a noise, she lent forward and peeked through the gap to see what was happening.

Her mouth dropped open in shock.

Abigail pulled and tugged at her husband’s hand trying to break free from his vice like grip. She loved him dearly but he could be so.. so stubborn and unreasonable at times. She knew what was coming. It had happened once or twice before when she’d been petulant and childish. The first time had even been on their wedding night. What an experience that had been !! Maybe telling him that she had had a headache because she’d sipped to much champagne at their reception wasn’t such a good idea. Not only had she surrendered her virginity that night but that of her bottom too !!! George suddenly gave a sharp tug and with a squeak she tumbled over his lap leaving her bum sticking up towards the ceiling. It was just her luck she was wearing a loose skirt under her apron leaving her poor bum covered in nothing more than a pair of flimsy white panties. Well, they most certainly wouldn’t offer her cheeks much protection at all !!! Still struggling furiously, Abigail squealed a loud “No darling NO !!” as she felt him grip her panties and haul them down to her ankles in one swift yank.

“Now my girl, let’s deal with this bottom of yours again then shall we ?” he said in that tone which made her heart skip a beat.

The beastly beast !! Before she could conjure up other apt names she felt a whoosh of air and a sudden SWAT. His first spank landed across her mid-ships causing her to jerk with shock and the pain of it. “OOO GEORGE NOOOO IT STINGS !!!” she yelped trying to kick free. But it was no use. He had her waist in a vice like grip. He really meant it. She was just going to have to take a bloody good thrashing as he called it. CRACK. “WOW OW NOT SO HAAAAARD DARLING !!!!” she cried out loud again. Ouch, that one had really stung. Her bottom was stinging terribly and he’d only spanked it twice !! She’d just have to grin and bear it. She only wished he’d get on with it.

But George ignored her plea’s. He lifted his hand again and brought it down good and hard across the crown of both his lovely wife’s cheeks. Naturally, she yelled the house down. His eye’s noticed the time on the kitchen clock hanging on the wall. He smiled wryly.

Abigail was having hysterics. She kept bouncing up and down on his sturdy thighs and twisting her head to keep an eye on the door. Her heart was pounding. “Oh please get a move on darling, hurry!!!” she gasped as another spank rocked her behind. “Mummy will be here soon, she can’t see me like this…she just can’t !!” Her husband brought his palm down again….hard.

Constance stood frozen to the spot as she heard her flower give another “OOOOOUCH !!!” as that monstrous so-called husband of her’s walloped her bare bottom again. She was completely gobsmacked. Who on earth does he think he is ??? She was so shocked she wondered if she should call the Police and have him arrested. He can’t do that to her !! She’d have to put a stop to it, right now. She was most certainly going to give him a piece of her mind whatever she decided. Sticking out her chin, she pushed open the door and burst into the room just as he was helping her weeping daughter stagger to her feet where she stood rubbing furiously on her naked, red and sore buttocks.

“MUMMY !!!!” squeaked Abigail, her hands covering the gasp from her lips.

Constance was in full flow. She approached George who was still sitting on his chair. He was staring intently at her, so intently in fact that she nearly lost the courage to confront him. Nearly but not quite. “Now look here young man.” she fumed, pointing a finger at him.” Just who do you think you are punishing my daughter like that ?!!” She was so angry her face was turning red. “I’ll have you know I’m seriously thinking of having you arrested for such disgraceful behaviour. You can’t spank her bare bottom just like that and think you can get away with it, its….well, its just not allowed !!” Constance turned to her daughter. “Go pack some things pumpkin, you can come stay with me tonight. You’re not staying here with this..this brute !!” she ordered as she stood with hands on hips.

“Wh..what ?” sniffed Abigail, glancing at her husband who had started to rise to his feet. Both the women took a step back – just in case. “B..ber..but I can’t do that Mummy. He’s my husband, we were just…just…” she stopped helplessly and slipped both her hands back under her skirt to massage her bumcheeks.

“Are you going to tell her or shall I Abigail ?” said George.

Constance looked from one to the other then back again. “Tell me what ?”

Abigail bit her lip. “I…I’ve been a a… naughty girl Mummy and and…George was giving me a spanking because I’d made a bit of a scene at a party we were invited too last night. It was all my fault.”

Constance stared at her daughter then at her husband who she noticed uneasily had come to stand right in front of her. “Even so dear, he…he just can’t spank you. You’re a grown woman for heaven’s sake !!”

George, taller than her by some 6 inches, lent forward. “Maybe if you’d taught her some manners when you raised her she wouldn’t have turned out like she has. She’s naughty, disrespectful and sometimes downright rude in company. Do you want to know why I’m punishing her tonight Constance ?”

His face was so close she could feel his breath on her own. She was suddenly unsure of herself. All she could do was nod and gulp. This wasn’t going as she had planned at all !!

“We were at an office reception yesterday evening. I was chatting with some prospective clients when she suddenly slapped one of the Director’s on the cheek and stormed off saying he had pinched her bottom !!” he explained in a low voice that gave Constance goosebumps.

Constance gasped. “Had he ?” she asked Abigail who stood, head bowed, chewing on her lower lip.

Abigail shook her head. “No Mummy, I made it up.” she whispered.

“You did what? Why for goodness sake ?” Constance was speechless.

Abigail glanced shamefaced at both of them. “B…because I w…wanted to go home. I..I was bored.”

Constance blinked. She couldn’t believe her daughter was saying such things. George was right. She had been naughty and downright disrespectful. Maybe he was right, maybe she hadn’t brought her daughter up to have good manners and grace after all. It suddenly occurred to her that she had been far too lenient with her only child. In a way, it was her fault after all. For once she didn’t know what to say. She should just apologise and go home. “Oh…Abigail, how could you ?!” was all she could muster.

But George had other idea’s.

“George….you can’t be serious !!” – “Darling….y..you can’t do that to my Mummy !!” Constance and Abigail said in unison. They were both staring at him in total shock and surprise.

George smiled. “Oh, and why not ?” he said. “She’s admitted that it’s as much her fault as yours dear. If a spanking’s good enough for you, then a spanking’s good enough for your mother. Don’t you agree Constance ?”

Constance glanced at the door wondering if she should make a run for it. Thing was, she could hardly move her legs, she was rooted to the spot. “Of course not, don’t be so downright stupid. Do you honestly think I’d allow you to spank my bare bottom Sir ?”

“Indeed I do.” countered George.”I’m not surprised your daughter has turned out the way she has judging by your reaction Constance. Seems to me that you’re a bad rolemodel, you’ve let her run rings round you for all these years. Never keeping her in check and always pandering to her every whim. Its not her that needs a lesson Constance….its you.”

As she listened to his words, Constance knew with mounting guilt that he was right. It was she who needed to be taught a lesson.

“Stand over there darling.” said George as he re-took his seat. Abigail was in a daze.

“Yes dear.” she said, not quite believing what was happening in their kitchen. What was happening was she was about to see her husband spank her mother’s bare bottom.

“Are you ready Constance ?” asked George as he raised his hand.

“No I am not !!” she replied haughtily, but nevertheless hesitantly slipping her hand into his. “But you are right. If my daughter can be spanked for being disrespectful the least I can do is take a spanking for being so so….” her words tailed off.

“It’s all right Mummy. George understands. Don’t you George ?” said Abigail brightly. For some strange reason she was quite looking forward to seeing her Mummy punished. Her Mummy had always been the bossy one of the family. Her Daddy had never got a look in side-ways. Mummy was always ordering him around and complaining about everything under the sun. Nothing he ever did was good enough for her. No wonder he wanted a divorce !! Maybe if her dear Daddy had put his foot down a bit more and did what her husband was about to do to Mummy’s bottom things wouldn’t have got that far. She had always felt sorry for her father. It wasn’t his fault his wife was a bit of a shrew. Abigail stood back as George pulled her mother towards him.

Constance tried tugging her hand away but it was no use. George held her in a firm grip. She was going nowhere. His hand dwarfed her own as she realised how big a man her daughter’s husband really was. Maybe she should yell for help !! But it was too late for he was telling her what he was going to do to her. “Now Constance,” he began sternly. “You know why I’m about to spank your bottom don’t you ?”

Constance stared at the black and white tiled floor. “Yes…I think so.” she sniffed resignedly.

“You think ?” he replied sharply, his voice rising.

Constance gulped. If she wasn’t careful she’d make him really angry and that would make him give her a real good walloping by no mistake. She nodded quickly. “It..it’s because I’ve been….” she frowned. Been what ? A bad mother ? Only in so much that she had merely pampered her daughter as she was growing up. What then ? She was that stubborn she didn’t want to admit anything. What had her daughter said again ? Oh, yes….that word. The “n” word. N for naughty. But she was a well educated, sophisticated and mature lady ?!! Did women ever stop or grow out of being naughty ? She glanced at her daughter who still stood rubbing her red bottom. Apparently not. Least not in her son-in-laws household. She chewed on her lip.

“Been what ?” said George, interrupting her thoughts.

Constance wished the ground would open up and swallow her. Her mouth was dry but she still managed to whisper a pouting. “Naughty…..I’ve been a naughty girl.”

Constance was trying to be brave and stoical but as her spanking continued, delivered with relish and gusto by her son-in-law she was beginning to fail miserably. At the commencement of her thrashing, he’d juggled her twisting body over his lap until he had her bottom at just the right height then, oh how embarrassing !!, he’d grabbed the hem of her full skirt and slowly tugged it over her black pantied bottom leaving it tucked in above her hips. Constance was mortified. She turned bright red and had started to rise. “No, wait. I’m sorry. This has been a terrible mistake George. Let me up or else there’ll be hell to pay !!” George’s response was to instantly and with skilled ease whip off her panties in a flash leaving her bare. “GEORGE !!!!” she had squeaked with alarm. “Not in front of Abigail PLEASE !!!”

But it was too late and in a thrice he began to introduce her fullsome backside to the dubious delights of being spanked for the first time. SLAP. The next in a seemingly never-ending line of SLAPS landed with breath expelling force across already two sets of sizzling bottom cheeks with such a CRACK that Constance even forgot to cry out. All she could do was screw her eyes tight shut and hope that he would be satisfied soon and be dammed with it. But he wasn’t. She was about to learn one thing, and that was George was nothing if not thorough in his deeds. SMACK. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh oooooooooooooo….” she shouted this time for his palm had landed so hard she could feel her bottom flattening out into a shallow bowl before bouncing back obscenely into its former full shape leaving only the white imprints on glowing red of his fingers.

Abigail meanwhile stood transfixed, watching wide eyed and open mouthed as her good, kind, loving but masterful husband belaboured her Mummy’s, to her surprise, rather large derriere. Crikey, he was certainly giving it some stick. By now, five minutes of none stop spanking and yelling had passed. It had turned her Mummy’s bottom from a rather pasty white through to a nice reddish sunrise glow then to what must now feel like a raging furnace tomato red. It looked ever so painful. Abigail knew how her Mummy was feeling. She’d been on the receiving end of one or two of George’s wallopings and could bear witness to how much they bloody hurt. Her eyes glanced at the clock. Seven minutes. A seven minute spanking. Her Mummy wouldn’t forget this in a hurry. She wouldn’t be surprised if she never set foot in her house again after this !! She looked at George who was concentrating intently on making sure he covered ever single part of her mother’s rump. Along the top, just under the spine, over and across to both side’s and finally, to Mummy’s obvious horror, along the bottom’s of both cheeks to where flabby flesh met sturdy thigh. OOooo ouch, she knew how much THAT hurt too !!!!!

By ten minutes Constance had been transformed from a calm, considered and assured woman into a screeching, sore and very, very sorry naughty lady. “AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH,” she wailed as her spanking continued. “STOOOOOOOOOOOOP PLEASE….IT HURTS SO MUCH !! OH MY POOR BOTTY !!!! I’M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRY SIR, I’M SORRY !!!!!” Oh she was. She was really really sorry. She was one soundly spanked big girl. She promised him she’d never ever be so naughty again. As the clock began to strike the hour, her bottom endured a sudden flurry of rapid slapping spanks that had her screaming, kicking and pleading. One, two, three, four, five, six and finally seven. The tears were streaming down her cheeks and her bottom felt twice its normal size. Her bottom no longer felt the sharp sting of each spank, it had gone a sort of humming numb that buzzed signals to and from her brain. She was breathing heavily and sweating. Her legs and thighs were apart. So much for her modesty. At that moment she couldn’t care less. Let him see that she was bare all over. She couldn’t even give two hoots about her daughter being there either !! Just let him stop !!

Actually, George had. “Abigail, come here and help your mother to her feet and fetch a hankie too.” he said as his young wife quickly moved to help her up. Constance grunted and groaned as she eased to her feet. Wincing, she fell into her daughters arms.

“Oh Mummy, there, there. Its over now.” hushed her daughter giving her a hug. Then with a twinkle in her eye said. “It bloody stings doesn’t it !!”

Constance, despite her agonies, nodded, blew into the hankie and dried her eyes then gave her daughter a slight re-assuring smile. “OOooo it does dear. A lot !!!”

George sat watching as both women stood, skirts bunched up, knickers to their knee’s comparing and rubbing their freshly spanked bottoms. He smiled inwardly. Now here was a situation that could prove interesting indeed !!

A few days later,

“George !!” shouted Abigail as she stood at the sink doing the dishes. “Mummy’s here !!” she called seeing her mother coming up the rain sodden path.

Constance came into the kitchen and took off her coat and hat. “My, what a rainy day !!” she laughed as George came in to take her things and put them near the radiators to dry. “Am I late ?” asked Constance, her eyes darting to her daughter’s husband nervously.

Abigail started to giggle. “Mummy, you are so predictable these days. Of course you’re late. You always make sure you’re late otherwise George wouldn’t be able to punish your bottom would he ?!!” she teased.

Constance made a face and stepped up quickly to slap her daughter’s bottom sharply. “George is right, I should of done this a long time ago when you were growing up !!”

“OUCH. That hurt Mummy !!” Abigail cried out, turning and rubbing the hurt spot. “Darling, are you going to let her get away with that ? I think Mummy’s been a bad girl again, don’t you sweetie ?”

George removed his pipe. “Now pumpkin, don’t be jealous. I’ll deal with you later alright ? ” he smiled, giving his beloved a quick peck on the cheek as she stood pouting with disappointment. Didn’t her husband know that she needed her bum dealt with too ?!! . Why was it Mummy always got preferential treatment ? But he had already turned to Constance who was standing licking her lips, her hands already caressing her bottom through her tweed skirt in anticipation. “So then Constance, what do you fancy being thrashed with today hmmmm?”

Constance didn’t even bat an eye-lid. “OH, lots and lots of good whippy hard one’s from that big leather slipper of yours George please. As many as you like dear. Just remember to give me them good and hard !!!”

So much for happy and extended families.

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