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Continued
Princess Spanky sat in the soft chair, her pretty bottom snuggled as if on a throne. She watched the Governess of Spanking Dreams sift slowly through the papers on her desk.
“Now where are they?” Muttered her beautiful Mistress. “Ahhh, here they are! You are an accomplished artist my naughty little Princess, aren’t you?”
Princess Spanky, sat in her blushing bottom pink, gasped! She recognised her drawings. How on earth had she got those. “Oh dear.” She said.
{{{These paintings are of course ‘Zimmerman’s’ I am sure he won’t mind me using a couple of his wonderful Disney related art.}}}
She picked them up slowly, one after the other…
One after another, and another, and another….fucking, spanking, and much much more, was held up before her. Princess Spanky’s face was a picture of embarrassment.
“You….are…a…very…naughty….young…Princess. Aren’t you?” Said the Governess of Spanking Dreams, as she flexed a cane.
The naughty Princess squirmed and shuffled in her seat. “Yes Mistress, I am a very naughty Princess.”
The Governess of Spanking Dreams backed up to the wall. “Naughty Princesses get Royal Punishments. Imagine that your bottom cheeks are sisters, just like the name of your favourite brother authors, I am afraid that your buttocks are in for a ‘Sisters Grimm’ time of it; my delicious naughty girl.”
Princess Spanky began to tremble, just as thunder clapped outside. She was in a predicament, and no Young Prince on a White Charger with a flapping cloak, and shiny sword was coming to her rescue.
“Stand up before your Mistress.” Demanded the terrifying Governess of Spanking Dreams, as the thunder clapped once again. The beautiful idea of a fairy like Kingdom of bluebirds and butterflies faded. The storm raged, as the Governess rose before her in magnifence, just like Malifacent..
Princess Spanky savoured the terror, and stood meekly before the giver of punishments upon bottoms bare.
The room was humid, but Princess Spanky went cold under the stare of the Governess of Spanking Dreams.
Lightening flashed again as thunder roared like a dragon. The rain began to lash against the window, as a whip would upon a bare upturned rump…
More to come…
Asa