Did you see my post about the photo editing competitions? Sorry to you people who can manipulate photos, but after the law making them illegal, I have decided not to do any more.
However, creative writing is different.
You will have seen me putting TradCP photos up for voting, ready for 2025, when each month with have a photo of his, voted for by you, with a story, or a scenario description.
Please keep them to not much more than a few paragraphs, around a page of a document.
This is for next January.
What can you write about this? Either e-mail me, or add it as a comment to this post…good luck! It does not have to be just one winner, I might add two, or three to it.
I look forward to reading what this inspires your dirty little minds to write!
Asa
Mrs Smith had her own cleaning company called ‘A helping hand’ her speciality was helping the independently minded elderly with general housework.
One such client was Mr Graves an 80 year old former academic,poor old Mr Graves had his work cut out keeping his well stacked bookshelves dust free and his large old fashioned house spick and span.For Sandra Smith an afternoon at his home was like a journey back in time to another more genteel age.
Sandra giggled when she found his hidden collection of spanking magazines. ‘What a kinky old so and so.’She thought to herself.So this was his little vice was it?
Though she was loathe to admit it the picture stories of young women having their bottoms spanked turned her on in a disquieting kind of a way,her husband had never suggested anything like that and if he did…Well he’d be sleeping on the sofa!
So why then did Sandra Smith decide to tease poor old Mr Graves by wearing those ridiculously tight shorts? Was it because she wanted him to ogle her bottom as she done and dusted? He certainly seemed to make every effort to follow her all around the house and have her bend over on some pretext or another.
Sandra Smith wouldn’t even admit it to herself but her curiosity was spiked,she wondered what it would be like if he was to…She was soon to find out and she let out a shrill gasp of shock and outrage as she felt the old gentleman place his hand on her bottom but she found no words to remonstrate.
‘Let’s go to my study shall we Sandra my dear? I have a few things there that I think may be of interest to you’.
It was the first of many bottom warmings Mrs Smith was to experience at the capable hands of her scholarly old client.
Old Codger, my dear man, what a superb bit of writing, you have excelled yourself. Well done! I was there! I could see everything…smashing entry that will take a lot of beating…like Mrs.Smiths Bottom!