in the second photo, I want you to look up into the background, because that window, up there, is your bedroom window, Charlotte always get spanked in the same place, and you always have a perfect view. You have just pulled up and walked into your house, you are alone, you saw Charlotte’s Mummy trudging up the hill with a shopping bag. You nip up for a shower, and look out of the window before you undress, you see Charlotte having a smoke. You continue to watch, expectantly….You pull the curtains to leave a small gap, and strip naked, you watch and wait…hoping.
Your hope is fulfilled, Mummy catches her, and hurries her inside to the spanking spot, telling her off, every step of the way. This is what you witness, I am sure you can put your own thoughts to the photos…..the main thing is, you are naked, watching, through the gap in the curtains.
And now, if you would….
Look at the photo next to the end. Charlotte is smiling to herself….why?
Write a few lines, and the one I like best, I will add it to the end of the story, here…
…HOW COULD I PICK A WINNER?
Two entries, both fabulous, read the comments below.
COMPETITION CLOSED.
Asa
Charlotte knew full well that the old man would often
watch her through the curtains,she found his attempts
to seclude himself mildly amusing.
She had seen him alright!
She intuitively knew that given half a chance it would be
him doing the spanking,the thought thrilled her,what would
his broad palm feel like stroking her bottom and then cracking
down on the seat of her knickers? Or even, (she trembled at the
thought,and felt a thrill that gave her butterflies) or even ….Her
bare naked bottom!
That is why Charlotte is pushing her bottom out so provocatively,
It’s for him,for his delectation,her mummy is merely a proxy.
She needs the old man to do it.
She feels herself moisten,not knowing that behind a curtained
window a big ,fully erect penis, is being stroked in appreciation
Not bad for an old codger!….in fact, very good indeed. The gauntlet has been thrown down…..anyone think they can beat this brilliant effort? You will have to try very hard.
Charlotte thought to herself that Mummy had been spanking her bared bum her whole life long, and those same spankings that had once been so fearful, so painful, were now just arousing. The gusset of her gym knickers were a hot mess, awash with Charlotte’s excitedly leaking pussy. Whatismore, Charlotte had caught a glimpse of an unannounced observer of her baring and beating. She couldn’t help but think about that line from “The Wizard of Oz,” the one where the old gentleman proclaims, “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain…!” Charlotte was indeed paying attention, and it made her smile wickedly.
“Mummy, may I please rub my bum? Your spanking stung so very badly…!”
“I suppose,” her mother answered, distracted by her morning newspaper.
The blond beauty unfolded her arms from behind her back. With one hand Charlotte reached down to caress, part, assuage her smarting cheeks. With the other hand, Charlotte reached into her knickers from the front and played with her overflowing folds. She knew that her silent spectator was watching. She was toying with him as she played with her aroused sex. Emboldened, she tickled and fingered her anus. She loved penetrating both holes at once; it made her labored breathing quicken all the more. But her peripheral vision saw the curtain shaking convulsively, violently. Who would reach climax first? If her mother detected her daughter’s lewd manipulations, the blond minx was certain she could deflect her stern attention to the masturbating man and away from her own lascivious play…
Nice one Jean Marie….it is going to be hard to pick a winner, if this carries on, I might have to include them all!
We are ALL the lucky winners whenever you feature the sublime Charlotte and her gorgeous gluteous maximus. I particularly love to see it captured in black & white photography, sir! You are an artist and she is a work of incredible art! Pale as alabaster, spherical as any celestial pair of planets, as cool and firm as a marble statue; I have dreamed of touching it, pinching it, spanking it, licking it, parting it to bury my face deep between its cheekiness, kissing its valley, french kissing its deep recess, tonguing sweet Charlotte until she sighs, then moans, until her knees buckle and we tumble into a heap on the floor. Mummy, I think we BOTH deserve bared bottomed spankings. Please!
Strewth Jean Marie, what are you trying to do to me? I will draw her attention to this and ask her to reply.
Jean Marie can certainly wax lyrical,I can see I’ll
have to up my game a bit.
However the sentiment is the same.There is a
smouldering sexiness about Charlotte that brings
it out as it where.
Dear Asa, I am trying, by stringing a few words together, to conjure up images that turn the world on, just a fraction of how much Charlotte turns me on.
IF Charlotte were “the girl next door” I would not spend any time hiding behind any curtains. I would be in my backyard, hanging over the privacy fence, armed with a pair of high-powered binoculars, trained on any glimpse I could get of Charlotte. And if Charlotte were ever bared and spanked within view, I would be compelled to pull my knickers down, too, to pleasure myself just as ardently as she is punished, until we both are whimpering and spent.
I NEED to go take a shower now. Please tell Charlotte to find me there if she reads my words and wants to “talk.”