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Norfolk 1933
As Sir Michael walked through Stella's front door, he noticed for the first time what an attractive young lady she was.
Stella was still wearing a white Blouse and jodhpurs.
What a gorgeous looking little bottom she's got thought Sir Michael to himself.
And had to stop himself from giving her a playful slap, on that gorgeous looking bottom.
As Stella turned round, and said
Can a get you a cup of tea or something else? Sir............
Stella checked herself, she was about to say, Sir Michael.
But instead said Mike.
Well erm I thought we might have a glass of wine.
Replied Sir Michael.
Noticing what a preety face this young lady had.
He also noticed all the leather riding tack around Stella's front room that she had been busy cleaning.
I m sorry but I er don't drink wine Mike.
Replied Stella.
Really said Sir Michael, may I ask why not?
All the women he new loved a glass of wine or two.
It's a long story and a bit embarrassing.
Replied Stella.
Now intrigued Sir Michael said
Go on please do tell I promise not to tell anyone else.
Look OK Mike I'll tell you but please don't judge me, I've changed since then.
Stella had decided that she really liked Sir Michael and believed him when he said he'd never tell anyone else.
Please Mike sit down anywhere you like.
As Sir Michael sat down.
Stella explained why she never drinks wine.
This is what she told him as he listened intently.
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Scotland 1929
It was the morning of my 18th birthday
And I was telling my parents not to wait up tonight as I would be staying over at Joanne's.
That evening me Joanne Frank and Burt.
Were out celebrating my 18th Birthday.
And I was let's say a little tipsy.
We was already on a second bottle of wine, I'd probably drunk more than the other three.
When I got into an argument with the barman.
Saying that I thought on a person's 18th birthday that drinks should be free.
Remember I'd already drunk quite a bit of wine so probably wasn't thinking straight.
And I was becoming rather loud and finally threw a glass of wine in the Barmans face.
At which point I was politely asked to leave by the pub landlord.
Stella Brown I think you've had a bit to much to drink, I think it would be best if you left please.
At this point Frank and Burt escorted me out of the pub.
Unfortunately for us we bumped into a policeman.
Did you know my father is a policeman Stella asked Sir Michael.
Erm well yes I do recall my wife saying that he was replied Sir Michael.
And I mean quite literally bumped into him knocking him off his bike.
Fortunately for me Frank and Burt were there to help him back to his feet.
He took it rather well,, especially as Frank had apoligised and assured him that they were taking me home.
Unfortunately for them I thought it would be rather funny to knock his policemans helmet off.
And say
Sorry Mr policeman but I need your helmet as I'm pregnant and need a piss.
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For anyone unaware it is still law even today that if a pregnant woman needs a wee and there is nowhere for her to go
And she happens to be with a policeman,
She can ask him if she can use his helmet to wee in.
And the policeman cannot refuse.
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But as I was only drunk, and not pregnant. He refused picking his helmet up and placing it back on his head.
At which point I knocked it straight back off, picked it up and was rather ill in it.
He was not amused!
And said
I'm sorry Miss Brown but I'm going to have to arrest you, for assaulting a policeman.
You can't arrest me I'd said drunkenly, do you know who my Father is?
Yes I do and I also know that he would not be amused
The policeman had said.
Well by now a crowd of people had gathered, so to try and safe me from making a bigger scene than what I already had.
Frank, Burt and Joanne helped the policeman take me to the police station.
Apparently at some point.
Not sure when, my Father had been notified.
And had come to the police station to take me home.
Luckily or maybe unluckily for me, he'd talked the other policeman into not putting in a report of what I'd done.
And promised to buy him a new helmet.
Well my Father was furious, and told me that when we got home I was going to be a very sore and sorry young lady.
As we walked through our front door I started to go to his study.
He stopped me saying oh no you don't this is happening in your bedroom over your bed young lady.
Then if you are sick it'll not be in my study.
Well two minutes later my Father was telling me off, asking if I thought it was funny?
And that I couldn't go round knocking policemans helmets off and swearing at them and that I should never throw anything in anyone's face.
Thing is even to this day I can't remember swearing at the policeman.
But according to Frank, Burt and Joanne I did just that.
Guess my laughing at this point didn't help me because my Father bent me over the end of my bed and took his favourite strap to my bottom.
As the first one landed with a SNAP it knocked me off my feet onto the bed.
He told me to stand back up and bend back over my bed.
As the second one landed with a SNAP. that also knocked me off my feet.
Guess I was drunker than I thought and couldn't stand up properly.
Well I remember my dress being pulled up and my Father's disgust to find I wasn't wearing any Bloomers under it.
All I remember after that is my Father strapping my bare bottom whilst I was laying face down over the end of my bed.
SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNA............
And that's all I remember until waking up the next morning with a banging headache, still facedown over the end of my bed.
But as I tried to get up my bottom was very sore and stiff, as I checked it out in the mirror it was still a little crimson, but with a fair bit of bruising.
I got dressed in some discomfort I might add and went downstairs.
My Father had already left for work.
But my mother told me that apparently I'd been so drunk that I'd passed out after about 5 minutes.
Which had annoyed my father even more.
Because he thought I deserved a lot more than I actually got.
Anyway he'd calmed down by the time I see him that evening.
I on seeing Joanne who had come round in the morning and told me all the events of the previous night.
So when I did talk to my Father that evening I told him that if he wanted to take me into his study and finnish giving me the strapping he'd started last night, before I'd passed out from all the wine I'd drunk.
Then I wouldn't object and would willing let him.
As I was so sorry for the fact that I'd embarrassed myself and him for that matter.
Oh and that I would apologise to the policeman who's helmet I'd knocked off and been sick in.
My Father replied no I don't believe that would accomplish anything taking you into my study and strapping your bare bottom.
I think by what you have just said that you realise what you did was wrong.
Just promise me one thing.
That you'll never again drink so much wine that you'll get drunk on it again.
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Norfolk 1933
So I promised him, I'd never drink enough wine again that I'd get that drunk.
And from that day til this I've never had so much as a glass of wine.
Well yes I see said Sir Michael.
After all a promise is something one should never go back on.
To change the subject Stella asked Sir Michael.
How's your niece.
She's currently in bed nursing a well strapped sore bottom.
Replied Sir Michael.
All this talk off strapped bottoms, Stella realised something.
That day on her 18th birthday was the last time she had been strapped!
You know Mike I really think that I should be strapped too.
After all if I hadn't of spanked Anne then she wouldn't have gotten her friends to strap her.
Thus she wouldn't of been trying to get me into trouble.
Said Stella.
Well she did feed unsoaked sugar beet cubes to one of my Stallions.
Replied Sir Michael.
Even so I still had no right to spank her.
Replied Stella.
And I feel a little guilty that she got a strapping on her bare bottom.
I'm sure it must of come as a shock to her.
As I'd imagine that she's only ever had a hand spanking in the past.
Sir Michael smiled with a cheeky little grin on his face.
Well if your sure, then I'll oblige.
With that he stood up and said
Stella Brown you've been a very naughty girl and I have decided that you need a good bare bottom strapping.
Stella playing along said.
Please Mike don't strap me, I do promise I'll never be naughty again.
SIR! PLEASE SIR I promise I will not do it again.
Oh yes Sir, Sorry Sir, promise Sir, three bags full Sir.
Giggled Stella.
It's no laughing matter young lady.
Now I suggest you stand in front of me and put your hands on your head.
Yes Sir, sorry Sir.
Stella stood up and did as she was told.
Then Sir Michael walked up to her undid her button and pulled the zip down on her jodhpurs.
Exposing her camio type silky knickers underneath.
As he started to pull them down too.
Stella pretended to protest.
Oh please Sir not my knickers as well Sir .
Be Quiet girl, I told you that you was going to be getting a bare bottom strapping, and a bare bottom strapping is what your going to be getting girl.
Said Sir Michael.
As Sir Michael slowly pulled Stella's knickers down to her knees, he couldn't help but notice the black and very bushy nest of PUBIC hair.
It was a wonderful thick Bush of Black PUBIC hair.
Sir Michael thought to himself as he see her pubic hair that she had almost as thick a Bush as his wife Dawn..
Now with her jodhpurs and knickers round her knees, Sir Michael bent her over the arm of the sofa.
And picked up one of the freshly cleaned and oiled stirrup leathers.
Folding it in half he pushed and pulled at either side of it making it go Snap.
This made Stella jump.
Now you stay down and don't get up or I'll give you more.
How many I gonna get Sir?
Asked Stella.
That depends on how well you take them girl.
Replied Sir Michael.
Placing the strap on Stella's beautiful bare bottom. Then he lifted it up and brought it down with a
Snap
Ow
Snap snap snap
Owww oh gosh
Ouch ohhh
Stella over acted, in fact it had hardly even hurt.
Hurt does it girl, good it's meant to hurt
Snap snap snap snap
Oh please Sir it hurts to much Sir, I've not been that naughty Sir.
Another six, and if you take them we'll you can get up.
Said Sir Michael.
Snap snap snap snap
More over acting by Stella
Owww ohhh oooh ouch
Snap snap
As the last one landed Stella stood up.
Who said you could stand up.
Asked Sir Michael.
But you said I was only getting another six Sir.
No no and thrice no.
I said another six and depending on how well you took them.
And I don't think you took them at All well girl.
Oh Sir no more Sir Please.
Now I suggest you bend back over whilst I give you six hard ones.
And do not stand up until I tell you to.
Do you understand girl.
Yes Sir I understand Sir.
Stella did as she was asked.
SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP
This time Stella didn't over act and stayed down until told she could stand up.
When she stood up she pretended to rub her sore bottom.
I hope that taught you a lesson girl
Said Sir Michael.
Oh yes Sir it did Sir, didn't really hurt that much Sir.
Lied Stella.
Oh so it didn't hurt didn't it. Then maybe I should use something a little harsher
Replied Sir Michael.
Picking up a horse whip.
Which he swished through the air a couple of times.
Scissors I need a pair of scissors.
Sir Michael suddenly said.
Top draw of the desk to the left of the fireplace.
Replied Stella.
Arr good said Sir Michael.
Locating them and cutting the little stringy bit off the end of the horse whip.
He again swished it through the air.
Saying, better much better.
Now bend over girl.
S-s-surely you not going to hit me with that Sir.
Said Stella.
Well you're the one that said it didn't hurt!
Replied Sir Michael.
Now bend over and take your punishment like a good girl.
No not over the arm of the sofa,
Bend over with your legs slightly apart and place your hands on the sofa seat.
Instructed Sir Michael.
Stella did as she was told.
Two seconds later she heard a heavy swishing sound followed by a Thud, Crack type sound.
And immediately stood up no longer needing to act.
Stella had been Strapped by her Father many times on her bare bottom.
And caned countless times also on the bare bottom by the mother superior of the Catholic girls school she was at as a girl.
But nothing had ever felt like that, the pain was hard to describe, kinda like getting the strap and the cane at the same time.
Oops sorry was that maybe a little to hard, said Sir Michael. Apologetically.
No no just took me a bit by surprise that's all.
Stella assured him, please continue.
Getting back into the roll Sir Michael said good, because you've got another FIVE to go.
Now back in position girl.
Again Stella did as she was told and got back in position.
Swish. Although it sounded more like a swosh.
Stella thought.
She stayed down this time as it thud crackad on her bare bottom.
As the third one landed.
Swosh thud crack it sang as again it sailed through the air.
This time Stella let out a little yelp as it landed on her bare bottom.
A little harder please Sir Michael insisted Stella.
Really make me suffer.
Sir Michael replied brace yourself girl.
As again it sailed through the air landing on Stella s sore bottom.
This time Sir Michael tapped it playfully on Stella's bottom and said.
Now this one is really going to hurt.
With that he drew it back and as it landed on Stella's sore bare bottom with a loud thud Crack.
Stella let out a wow oh wow that hurts. But stayed bent down, until she was told she could get up.
And did that hurt more girl inquired Sir Michael?
Oh yes Sir Michael much more Sir.
Stella replied sticking her bottom out for him to see.
Sir Michael playfully slapped Stella's bare bottom.
Now pull your knickers and jodhpurs up. And get this tack cleaned.
Yes Sir right away Sir.
As Stella pulled her knickers up, Sir Michael took one last look at her gorgeous bottom.
And tangle of pubic hair.
Sir Michael so wanted to fuck this woman, but stopped himself from doing so and said goodnight Stella I'll see you in the morning and left.
That night in bed Stella played with herself imagining that she was having sex with Sir Michael,
Also she rubbed her sore bottom wishing that Sir Michael had stayed.
The next morning as she was about to leave for the tack room.
There was a knock at the door.
As she opened it a women with ginger shoulder length hair preety face and gorgeous figure was standing there.
She said to STELLA in a slightly raised voice.
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WAS DOING LAST NIGHT WITH MY HUSBAND!
YOU DIRTY LITTLE SLUT...............................
TO BE CONTINUED
As Sir Michael walked through Stella's front door, he noticed for the first time what an attractive young lady she was.
Stella was still wearing a white Blouse and jodhpurs.
What a gorgeous looking little bottom she's got thought Sir Michael to himself.
And had to stop himself from giving her a playful slap, on that gorgeous looking bottom.
As Stella turned round, and said
Can a get you a cup of tea or something else? Sir............
Stella checked herself, she was about to say, Sir Michael.
But instead said Mike.
Well erm I thought we might have a glass of wine.
Replied Sir Michael.
Noticing what a preety face this young lady had.
He also noticed all the leather riding tack around Stella's front room that she had been busy cleaning.
I m sorry but I er don't drink wine Mike.
Replied Stella.
Really said Sir Michael, may I ask why not?
All the women he new loved a glass of wine or two.
It's a long story and a bit embarrassing.
Replied Stella.
Now intrigued Sir Michael said
Go on please do tell I promise not to tell anyone else.
Look OK Mike I'll tell you but please don't judge me, I've changed since then.
Stella had decided that she really liked Sir Michael and believed him when he said he'd never tell anyone else.
Please Mike sit down anywhere you like.
As Sir Michael sat down.
Stella explained why she never drinks wine.
This is what she told him as he listened intently.
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Scotland 1929
It was the morning of my 18th birthday
And I was telling my parents not to wait up tonight as I would be staying over at Joanne's.
That evening me Joanne Frank and Burt.
Were out celebrating my 18th Birthday.
And I was let's say a little tipsy.
We was already on a second bottle of wine, I'd probably drunk more than the other three.
When I got into an argument with the barman.
Saying that I thought on a person's 18th birthday that drinks should be free.
Remember I'd already drunk quite a bit of wine so probably wasn't thinking straight.
And I was becoming rather loud and finally threw a glass of wine in the Barmans face.
At which point I was politely asked to leave by the pub landlord.
Stella Brown I think you've had a bit to much to drink, I think it would be best if you left please.
At this point Frank and Burt escorted me out of the pub.
Unfortunately for us we bumped into a policeman.
Did you know my father is a policeman Stella asked Sir Michael.
Erm well yes I do recall my wife saying that he was replied Sir Michael.
And I mean quite literally bumped into him knocking him off his bike.
Fortunately for me Frank and Burt were there to help him back to his feet.
He took it rather well,, especially as Frank had apoligised and assured him that they were taking me home.
Unfortunately for them I thought it would be rather funny to knock his policemans helmet off.
And say
Sorry Mr policeman but I need your helmet as I'm pregnant and need a piss.
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For anyone unaware it is still law even today that if a pregnant woman needs a wee and there is nowhere for her to go
And she happens to be with a policeman,
She can ask him if she can use his helmet to wee in.
And the policeman cannot refuse.
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But as I was only drunk, and not pregnant. He refused picking his helmet up and placing it back on his head.
At which point I knocked it straight back off, picked it up and was rather ill in it.
He was not amused!
And said
I'm sorry Miss Brown but I'm going to have to arrest you, for assaulting a policeman.
You can't arrest me I'd said drunkenly, do you know who my Father is?
Yes I do and I also know that he would not be amused
The policeman had said.
Well by now a crowd of people had gathered, so to try and safe me from making a bigger scene than what I already had.
Frank, Burt and Joanne helped the policeman take me to the police station.
Apparently at some point.
Not sure when, my Father had been notified.
And had come to the police station to take me home.
Luckily or maybe unluckily for me, he'd talked the other policeman into not putting in a report of what I'd done.
And promised to buy him a new helmet.
Well my Father was furious, and told me that when we got home I was going to be a very sore and sorry young lady.
As we walked through our front door I started to go to his study.
He stopped me saying oh no you don't this is happening in your bedroom over your bed young lady.
Then if you are sick it'll not be in my study.
Well two minutes later my Father was telling me off, asking if I thought it was funny?
And that I couldn't go round knocking policemans helmets off and swearing at them and that I should never throw anything in anyone's face.
Thing is even to this day I can't remember swearing at the policeman.
But according to Frank, Burt and Joanne I did just that.
Guess my laughing at this point didn't help me because my Father bent me over the end of my bed and took his favourite strap to my bottom.
As the first one landed with a SNAP it knocked me off my feet onto the bed.
He told me to stand back up and bend back over my bed.
As the second one landed with a SNAP. that also knocked me off my feet.
Guess I was drunker than I thought and couldn't stand up properly.
Well I remember my dress being pulled up and my Father's disgust to find I wasn't wearing any Bloomers under it.
All I remember after that is my Father strapping my bare bottom whilst I was laying face down over the end of my bed.
SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNA............
And that's all I remember until waking up the next morning with a banging headache, still facedown over the end of my bed.
But as I tried to get up my bottom was very sore and stiff, as I checked it out in the mirror it was still a little crimson, but with a fair bit of bruising.
I got dressed in some discomfort I might add and went downstairs.
My Father had already left for work.
But my mother told me that apparently I'd been so drunk that I'd passed out after about 5 minutes.
Which had annoyed my father even more.
Because he thought I deserved a lot more than I actually got.
Anyway he'd calmed down by the time I see him that evening.
I on seeing Joanne who had come round in the morning and told me all the events of the previous night.
So when I did talk to my Father that evening I told him that if he wanted to take me into his study and finnish giving me the strapping he'd started last night, before I'd passed out from all the wine I'd drunk.
Then I wouldn't object and would willing let him.
As I was so sorry for the fact that I'd embarrassed myself and him for that matter.
Oh and that I would apologise to the policeman who's helmet I'd knocked off and been sick in.
My Father replied no I don't believe that would accomplish anything taking you into my study and strapping your bare bottom.
I think by what you have just said that you realise what you did was wrong.
Just promise me one thing.
That you'll never again drink so much wine that you'll get drunk on it again.
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Norfolk 1933
So I promised him, I'd never drink enough wine again that I'd get that drunk.
And from that day til this I've never had so much as a glass of wine.
Well yes I see said Sir Michael.
After all a promise is something one should never go back on.
To change the subject Stella asked Sir Michael.
How's your niece.
She's currently in bed nursing a well strapped sore bottom.
Replied Sir Michael.
All this talk off strapped bottoms, Stella realised something.
That day on her 18th birthday was the last time she had been strapped!
You know Mike I really think that I should be strapped too.
After all if I hadn't of spanked Anne then she wouldn't have gotten her friends to strap her.
Thus she wouldn't of been trying to get me into trouble.
Said Stella.
Well she did feed unsoaked sugar beet cubes to one of my Stallions.
Replied Sir Michael.
Even so I still had no right to spank her.
Replied Stella.
And I feel a little guilty that she got a strapping on her bare bottom.
I'm sure it must of come as a shock to her.
As I'd imagine that she's only ever had a hand spanking in the past.
Sir Michael smiled with a cheeky little grin on his face.
Well if your sure, then I'll oblige.
With that he stood up and said
Stella Brown you've been a very naughty girl and I have decided that you need a good bare bottom strapping.
Stella playing along said.
Please Mike don't strap me, I do promise I'll never be naughty again.
SIR! PLEASE SIR I promise I will not do it again.
Oh yes Sir, Sorry Sir, promise Sir, three bags full Sir.
Giggled Stella.
It's no laughing matter young lady.
Now I suggest you stand in front of me and put your hands on your head.
Yes Sir, sorry Sir.
Stella stood up and did as she was told.
Then Sir Michael walked up to her undid her button and pulled the zip down on her jodhpurs.
Exposing her camio type silky knickers underneath.
As he started to pull them down too.
Stella pretended to protest.
Oh please Sir not my knickers as well Sir .
Be Quiet girl, I told you that you was going to be getting a bare bottom strapping, and a bare bottom strapping is what your going to be getting girl.
Said Sir Michael.
As Sir Michael slowly pulled Stella's knickers down to her knees, he couldn't help but notice the black and very bushy nest of PUBIC hair.
It was a wonderful thick Bush of Black PUBIC hair.
Sir Michael thought to himself as he see her pubic hair that she had almost as thick a Bush as his wife Dawn..
Now with her jodhpurs and knickers round her knees, Sir Michael bent her over the arm of the sofa.
And picked up one of the freshly cleaned and oiled stirrup leathers.
Folding it in half he pushed and pulled at either side of it making it go Snap.
This made Stella jump.
Now you stay down and don't get up or I'll give you more.
How many I gonna get Sir?
Asked Stella.
That depends on how well you take them girl.
Replied Sir Michael.
Placing the strap on Stella's beautiful bare bottom. Then he lifted it up and brought it down with a
Snap
Ow
Snap snap snap
Owww oh gosh
Ouch ohhh
Stella over acted, in fact it had hardly even hurt.
Hurt does it girl, good it's meant to hurt
Snap snap snap snap
Oh please Sir it hurts to much Sir, I've not been that naughty Sir.
Another six, and if you take them we'll you can get up.
Said Sir Michael.
Snap snap snap snap
More over acting by Stella
Owww ohhh oooh ouch
Snap snap
As the last one landed Stella stood up.
Who said you could stand up.
Asked Sir Michael.
But you said I was only getting another six Sir.
No no and thrice no.
I said another six and depending on how well you took them.
And I don't think you took them at All well girl.
Oh Sir no more Sir Please.
Now I suggest you bend back over whilst I give you six hard ones.
And do not stand up until I tell you to.
Do you understand girl.
Yes Sir I understand Sir.
Stella did as she was asked.
SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP
This time Stella didn't over act and stayed down until told she could stand up.
When she stood up she pretended to rub her sore bottom.
I hope that taught you a lesson girl
Said Sir Michael.
Oh yes Sir it did Sir, didn't really hurt that much Sir.
Lied Stella.
Oh so it didn't hurt didn't it. Then maybe I should use something a little harsher
Replied Sir Michael.
Picking up a horse whip.
Which he swished through the air a couple of times.
Scissors I need a pair of scissors.
Sir Michael suddenly said.
Top draw of the desk to the left of the fireplace.
Replied Stella.
Arr good said Sir Michael.
Locating them and cutting the little stringy bit off the end of the horse whip.
He again swished it through the air.
Saying, better much better.
Now bend over girl.
S-s-surely you not going to hit me with that Sir.
Said Stella.
Well you're the one that said it didn't hurt!
Replied Sir Michael.
Now bend over and take your punishment like a good girl.
No not over the arm of the sofa,
Bend over with your legs slightly apart and place your hands on the sofa seat.
Instructed Sir Michael.
Stella did as she was told.
Two seconds later she heard a heavy swishing sound followed by a Thud, Crack type sound.
And immediately stood up no longer needing to act.
Stella had been Strapped by her Father many times on her bare bottom.
And caned countless times also on the bare bottom by the mother superior of the Catholic girls school she was at as a girl.
But nothing had ever felt like that, the pain was hard to describe, kinda like getting the strap and the cane at the same time.
Oops sorry was that maybe a little to hard, said Sir Michael. Apologetically.
No no just took me a bit by surprise that's all.
Stella assured him, please continue.
Getting back into the roll Sir Michael said good, because you've got another FIVE to go.
Now back in position girl.
Again Stella did as she was told and got back in position.
Swish. Although it sounded more like a swosh.
Stella thought.
She stayed down this time as it thud crackad on her bare bottom.
As the third one landed.
Swosh thud crack it sang as again it sailed through the air.
This time Stella let out a little yelp as it landed on her bare bottom.
A little harder please Sir Michael insisted Stella.
Really make me suffer.
Sir Michael replied brace yourself girl.
As again it sailed through the air landing on Stella s sore bottom.
This time Sir Michael tapped it playfully on Stella's bottom and said.
Now this one is really going to hurt.
With that he drew it back and as it landed on Stella's sore bare bottom with a loud thud Crack.
Stella let out a wow oh wow that hurts. But stayed bent down, until she was told she could get up.
And did that hurt more girl inquired Sir Michael?
Oh yes Sir Michael much more Sir.
Stella replied sticking her bottom out for him to see.
Sir Michael playfully slapped Stella's bare bottom.
Now pull your knickers and jodhpurs up. And get this tack cleaned.
Yes Sir right away Sir.
As Stella pulled her knickers up, Sir Michael took one last look at her gorgeous bottom.
And tangle of pubic hair.
Sir Michael so wanted to fuck this woman, but stopped himself from doing so and said goodnight Stella I'll see you in the morning and left.
That night in bed Stella played with herself imagining that she was having sex with Sir Michael,
Also she rubbed her sore bottom wishing that Sir Michael had stayed.
The next morning as she was about to leave for the tack room.
There was a knock at the door.
As she opened it a women with ginger shoulder length hair preety face and gorgeous figure was standing there.
She said to STELLA in a slightly raised voice.
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WAS DOING LAST NIGHT WITH MY HUSBAND!
YOU DIRTY LITTLE SLUT...............................
TO BE CONTINUED
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