It is 1968, Charlotte is sweet 16…she looks much older.
Pretend you are Charlotte’s Mummy or Daddy. You have heard rumours that she has been up to something naughty. You find a scrap of paper in her school blouse breast pocket as you pick it up whilst collecting some washing.
Written on it is the name of a magazine, ‘The Parade’, with this months issue date and ten exclamation marks. There is also the address to send ‘readers wives photos’, on the back of the piece of paper is the name of a local photography studio, with a seedy reputation.
You cannot resist and search her bedroom. You find a brown paper envelope, inside are these…
You talk to you partner and both wait in the kitchen. You discuss the best course of action. If you feel so inclined, please tell us what happens next…
The front door opens. You hear shoes kick off, a bag hung up, and a jacket. Then a happy shout… “Hello Mummy, hello Daddy, your good little Princess is home, what’s on the menu for me today?…”
Over to you…I would like you to concentrate on your reply and what you threaten….here she is, she has just opened the kitchen door…
Asa
Oh dear oh dear – I can’t think – my brain has seized up ………….
What a wonderful set of pictures ………..
John
Look on the bright side, your eyes and cock are still working John!
Thats a great ass pic – bent over desk legs spread
Oh! For goodness sake, how many times have I told you knickers on in the kitchen. Go to your room and assume the position.
Well said Simon…..thank you.
Ok how about this ?
Mr and Mrs Charlotte where at a complete loss as to what to do.Their beautiful daughter
was a handful.She was quite the flirt and always seemed to revel in the attention
she recieved from men and boys of all ages.And now she’d chosen to capitalise on it.
Well it was legal the pretty 6th former was almost 17 at this point but knowing her parents wouldn’t consent she had sought the services of the disreputable photographer
of her own volition.But what of her future? Oh the shame of it all! What when the neighbours find out? Oh what a fix what a little minx!
There was only one thing for it and that was to call old uncle Asa he’d know what
to do!
A pillar of the local community he was both feared and respected in equal measure
and in no time at all the dodgy photographer was handing over the negatives and
returning his fee.
“I’ll make sure you won’t ever work in this town again” he had been sternly warned.
The magazine was easier thankfully it had not gone to print and the editor was
quick to assure that he had not recieved any photos and that if he did he would
return them asap…To uncle Asa.
It was a blessed relief to Charlottes parents.
Picking up the envelope containing the photos Charlotte had already had taken
uncle Asa turned and looked her in the eye.
“Now I shall take these and put them on the fire you silly girl” and for good measure
he added “I think you deserve a good hard spanking!”
The words sent a tingle through the rather contrite looking girl.
Crafty old uncle Asa put the photos in his jacket pocket as her relieved parents
thanked him. “I will spare you from having to see these dreadful photos again”
he added benignly as he left.
For years to come the old boy would often stroke his rigid member while viewing
the photographers work and now all these years later here they are in all their
glory.
What a grand reply/entry, ‘Old Codger’ …well written, with humour and spanking knowledge.
An epilogue.
In time Charlotte began to realise how uncle Asa like a
knight in shining armour had saved her and her poor
long suffering parents from certain social ignominy.
They became good friends and her parents were pleased
that she would visit him on a Sunday afternoon.
She did so for many years even after becoming a married
mum herself.
When the old boy passed on the photos were discovered
along with some other curious keepsakes.
There were magazines and books detailing the spanking
of young women along with many copies of a glamour
magazine called ‘Parade’ it would seem he had a lifetime
subscription.
Most curious of all was his collection of corporal punishment
implements.One can only speculate as to what he did with
them if anything at all.
Brilliant ‘Old Codger’….well done with the epilogue
Charlotte walked in to the kitchen and stopped, something was wrong; her mother was sat at the kitchen table, her head in her hands, her father was stood gripping the back of one of the chairs, his hands filled with so much tension that it looked as if he was about to tear the red leather back from the aluminium frame. Then her beautiful blue eyes alighted on the brown envelope laying at the centre of the table and at the centre of their collective woe.
“They’re for an art project..” she stammered, “at college…Samantha took them… it was her idea!” Charlotte’s voice rising with each utterance, the last a shriek of futility.
“DON’T LIE!” roared her father, a voice he had once used to great effect as a Sgt Major in the army, cowering aspiring soldiers and forcing them to great feats of endurance.
He strode from the far side of the table to her at the door, grabbing her upper arm in a vice like grip, “With me now” he stated in a flat tone, his anger plateaued.
He led her past the sitting room to his study, reaching behind the door he pulled out his military drill cane from its leather sheath; the polished brass cap flashed in the late afternoon sunlight coming in the hall window.
“Outside now” he menaced in her ear as he dragged her to the back door. Once outside he continued to stride up the concrete path to the garage towing his daughter behind him. He opened one of the large double doors enough to push the petrified young girl in, he followed close behind.
“Put your hands on the bench and bend over” he said.
“No Daddy, please no!” Charlotte wheedled.
“Do it now you disobedient little girl or it will only take longer”
Charlotte looked at her father, pleading with him to change his mind and offer clemency for her foolish actions. The cane rose above her head and quick as a flash the brass cap hurtled down like a miniature comet striking the back of her left leg, she yelped first in surprise and then in pain as the fire of the first stroke spread through her nerves.
“Lean forward you terrible child!” he pushed her upper body down with his left hand causing her round posterior to rise, his right hand whipped down and the cane tasted it’s first bottom in many years.
Ohhhhh, what a shame, I have only just seen this. I closed the competition the other day and picked a winner. This is excellent, please accept my apologies. It lets me know of comments to moderate, but once of the current page I have to go and look and see.