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Continued….
The transition of two beautiful women, Samantha, a Domme and Charlotte, her submissive, the Head of Discipline and a pupil who met in the five volumes of ‘Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls’ into two fairy tale characters in a Magical Spanking Kingdom completes, in this part….
“Well then Princess Spanky, you had better come into my school room and find out what is in store for you.” Ordered the Governess of Spanking Dreams, as she strode over to stand by a small desk. “”Sit there.”
Charlotte went and sat on a lovely soft chair, as directed, her delicate, and perfectly plump bottom, ideal for reddening, settled into it, as she listened to her Mistress.
The Governess spoke, and the naughty girl listened.
“You are going to tell me all your naughty thoughts, and I am going to delight in punishing your beautiful bottom for every one of them. I will record them all, in my Journal of Spanking. Do you understand?”
With her Bottom twitching in anticipation, her pussy dribbling in erotic excitement, she bobbed about, squirming at every word she heard. Here was a Princess, who needed spanking, who desired it so much that in her private moments, and often not so private ones, thought of little else. Charlotte was truly in dreamland. The dreamland created by the Governess of Spanking Dreams.
“Yes, I understand and delight in what you have just said my beautiful Mistress.”
They both drifted into spanking folk lore, spanking fairy tales, and into an emporium of spanking dreams.
The outside world slowly faded.
The room that Samantha had created was for now, their whole world.
In that world, the story began.
Once upon a time…
…in a dreamworld far far away, lived an erotic, beautiful creator of spanking dreams. Known as the ‘Governess of Spanking Dreams’.
A young girl, with a deep love of spanking, yearning for a red sore bottom from someone she could call ‘Mistress’ and love, entered the Magic Kingdom of Spanking. She found a Castle, with an open door. She felt drawn to it, as if hooked around the neck with an invisible crook handled cane, and led there, in a trance.
The young girl was a beautiful Princess, called Princess Spanky. She was on a quest, not to kill a dragon like a fabled knight, but to learn a skill, a joy, and to find a rare gem. A blushing red diamond, bigger than a goose egg, and the colour of a well spanked bottom.
The gem held a secret.
The secret was, to be able to achieve the worlds most powerful, grand, and gloriously wonderful orgasm, through the wonderful art of Spanking.
That Jewel in the Spanking Crown, unbeknown to the Princess, was the Governess of Spanking Dreams. She alone knew the skill that the non innocent Princess sought. With a flicking tongue, finger tips as soft as eiderdown, and knowledge gained from a million spankings, she could almost make a pussy fly.
The Governess, commanding the theatre of dreams, in her little punishment room, high up in the turret of a castle, overlooking a beautiful kingdom of pain, picked up a flexible, rattan, cane. She flexed it, and stared at the young trembling princess.
She looked all powerful, a yielder of glorious pain, a deliverer of sensual spankings. Armed with spells, spells that could make a bottom sing in spanking glory like the archangels of heaven.
She sprinkled her blushing pink Spanky dust over Princess Spanky.
She was dewy eyed, she was enchanted, she was in love. She desired punishment. Her quest was over. The Princess of our spanking fairy tale, had reached her goal, and was now cradled in the arms of The Governess of Spanking Dreams for ever.
It is now time dear reader, to let the spankings begin…
More to come…
Asa