This is the third adventure of Princess Spanky and the Governess of Spanking Dreams…
First we saw them in the punishment room..
Then in the conservatory…
And now, in part 3, Princess Spanky has been caught masturbating once again, instead of doing her chores. To see the rest, click on ‘Photo Stories’ in the menu bar above, and scroll down to 87, in 87 you will find another 20 or so stories….just scroll through, you’ll find them!
continued…
…we left Princess Spanky in a now familiar situation! Getting ready for yet another bare bottom spanking from the Governess of Spanking Dreams.
“Every time I regain my trust in you, you let yourself down don’t you? It is a good job it was me who caught you imitating a fiddler’s elbow with a carrot up your pussy isn’t it?”
Poor Charlotte could not help but snigger at her Mistress’s choice of words.
“QUIET!!! You stupid girl, I am being serious, what if it was my Mother, or a friend, even worse a friend with a child or two? Have you no sense at all girl?”
Charlotte quietly got into position, thinking it best to keep her silly mouth shut.
Samantha moved to her side.
“I am seeing more of this broad smile than the pretty one on you face!”
Again Charlotte giggled.
“QUIET!!!”
Her Mistress delivered a few warm up smacks, by hand on her pet’s upturned bare bottom.
“Oh I am not warming you up any more, why should I? You do not deserve kindness today you naughty girl!” Samantha said as she walked to her cupboard. To get a leather paddle.
“Right then girl…..brace yourself!”
The Governess of Spanking Dreams began to spank her with the leather paddle, making her pet wiggle and squeal…
Just at that moment the gate opened, and into the back yard walked you! You look through the window, the Governess of Spanking Dreams smiles at you….her pet continues to wiggle and squeal….
So a little competition….
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As usual at this part of the story, either me or Samantha spank Charlotte to get a nice red bottom for the photos . I did in this case, but then we noticed the time, it had run out, and I have not done any more with this series ……..yet.
So…….THE END…..no more to come in this one, for now.
I wrote to a lovely old museum, a mill, a bit like where my studio is, all white paint and wood, but alas, they said no. I fancied having her working in a mill next you see.
I will think of something for her, and it isn’t as if I have not got enough to be going on with. But they will return….so…
more to come!
Asa
I had walked through the garden gate with a bundle of
leaflets detailing the upcoming village fete and jumble
sale.I like to keep active and to involve myself in local
community events it’s a good way to make sure an old
codger such as myself doesn’t get forgotten all about
and consigned to a world of daytime tv and crosswords.
Anyway as I made my way up the path that led from the
back gate the young lady who lives at that address (Sam
I think they call her-probably short for Samantha) caught
my eye and smiled.She’s a cracking bit of stuff alright and
I’m surprised she’s single-probably divorced (lot of that
about nowdays).
Still if she ever fancies a good rogering my old chopper is
still in fine working order and more than up to the job.
But I digress.
As I neared the back door it opened and there stood Sam
looking very imperious with her long blonde hair and her
very tight black dress-It was quite short-about mid thigh.
‘Bloody lovely’ I thought. What a pair of pins she has got!
“Oh hello Mr R-whats that you have more leaflets? Would
you like to come in for a cup of tea? There’s something I
need a little help with”.
Well I didn’t need asking twice I can tell you that.But what
greeted my eyes as I stepped into the parlour fair nearly
caused my old ticker to give out.
There was another very comely young lady of about the
same age dressed like Alice in wonderland and no word of
a lie she was kneeling on a stool with her hands on the floor
and her lovely big arse right up in the air.My old todger was
soon pointing north I can tell you that much.
“Oh this is Charlotte and she is very naughty” said Sam.
“Do you know what she was doing?” Then she whispered
it to me. “With a carrot?” I responded in a shocked tone.
“Yes and she needs to be spanked don’t you think Mr R”.
Well needless to say I concured and blow me down if Sam
didn’t suggest I do it.Charlotte giggled in a naughty way
and wiggled her lovely bottom.Sam told her to “shut up”
rather harshly I thought but within a few seconds I was
in heaven.
What a spanking I gave to that big juicy arse I can tell you.
It was red as a beetroot by the time I was done-and so was
my poor old palm.
I got some lovely views of the lasses cunt lips and arsehole
too-I wish I had been invited to…Well never mind.
As we had a cuppa afterwards Sam said to me that I could
pop in any time and she gave me a knowing smile.
Looking forward to seeing that meaty rump of hers bared
for my attention too.Hee Hee-I’m a lucky old bugger!
I had a feeling you were a rascal. I know another one…me! Infact I have a club full of us bloody old rascals!!!
Have you given any more thought about bringing one of the girls you spank to meet us?
Remember the ‘Vicars and Tarts’ parties, you and I are ideal for them, but we can be the ‘Old Codgers and Naughty Young Girls Club’, although I have a feeling you might have your own names for it.
I can but suggest it,but these are busy ladies to say
the least,tho I’ve given your blog a mention once or
twice.
‘Old Codgers and Naughty Young Girls’ I like that
concept-bit longwinded a name tho’.
Always liked that dynamic of the lecherous old ‘rascal’
as you’d put it and the naive but sexy young woman.
I saw a little cartoon drawing a while back and for the
life of me I can’t remember where,but it captured it
perfectly,I think it was American and was of a certain
style I associate with the 50’s,tho’ I think it was more
modern than that.
Anyhow in the captioned drawing a young man sits
opposite his aged boss in the office,he has his hands to
his face as he listens in dismay.
His very sexy looking fiancee or wife is sitting to the bosses
side and he has a hand on her thigh as she looks at her beau
with a look that says ‘see I know how to resolve things aren’t
I the clever girl?’
The caption is something like ‘Ah,It looks like your young lady
has found a mutually agreeable solution,and maybe we can
keep you on after all’.
Wicked really but a bit delicious too truth be told.
I will keep an eye out for it!
We will have to think of something where the initials spell a word connected with our mutual interest!
I pull back from the window with a start, my cheeks blush red, (almost as red as that young maid’s spanked bottom). I feel torn between running away and performing a one handed shuffle dance with the twitching menace in my pants or knocking on the door and demanding to be let in.
The decision, in the end, was not mine to make. The dark wooden door opened smoothly and the mistress of the house was framed in that open portal, tall and lithe with flowing blonde hair. In her right hand a brown leather paddle, the same that she had been using to administer to the maid’s round bare behind; it was flicked casually in my direction, I flinched knowing only too well the feel of leather on soft skin. The mistress was peering at me, judging my reaction to the paddle. Her lips neither smiling nor sneering but held neutral until one side curled up in a curious half smile and her left hand raised with the forefinger extended, beckoning me into the house.
I was powerless to resist the mistress’s allure and entered over that house’s threshold… straight into that glorious scene that had greeted my eyes looking through the window; the maid was head down and bottoms up over a dark blue pouffe in the middle of the sitting room. Her white bloomers a fine contrast to her ruby red cheeks, she was still giggling even as her mistress, who had returned to the unfortunate girls side, raised her right arm and delivered yet another well placed smack with the leather paddle to her left buttock.
The mistress looks at me and smiles “Your turn”, I stiffen, am I to be chastened like this poor maid, my pale skinned bottom exposed and thrashed by a stranger! My heart beats faster, my skin grows clammy, I must escape but I am rooted to the spot by her predatory gaze.
Her right hand is thrust forward but the paddle is held as an offering not as a threat… I am being invited to take up this weapon of corporal punishment and strike the maid’s bottom! The relief rushes through me and I relax in my skin again.
I reach out and take the proffered implement in my left hand, the leather is warm and soft to the touch and the weight feels good. I give it a few test swishes before adjusting my attention to the intended target, I pick a spot on her right cheek, aim and pull my arm down striking the spot with a crack and a yelp from the maid.
I draw back my arm then strike again eliciting another grunt from the prone girl. I continue with my third and fourth shots then change course of the fifth, striking the back of her thighs, this causes a gasp from the maid and a hand shoots back to cover her exposed labia, “Please Sir that hit my private parts, they are too sensitive for you to spank them”.
“Remove your hand at once!” was her mistress’s stern reply, “He may strike you wheresoever he wishes”.
The hand slowly retracted and returned to the floor in front of her, I pushed my right hand into the small of her back causing her bottom to rise but more importantly her delicate soft labia were pushed back from their partial protection between her soft thighs and exposed to my administrations of justice.
Brilliant, you should be writing me stories….mail me.