“Get in, sweetie…” Mrs. Fowler tells me, lookingall beautiful and luscious… “Yes, it’s good to see y
“Get in, sweetie…” Mrs. Fowler tells me, lookingall beautiful and luscious… “Yes, it’s good to see you, too, Sarah, but we’regoing to my place, we have something to take care of…”“I think you know very well what,” she answerswhen I act like I don’t know what she’s talking about. “It involved panties pulled down and ahairbrush, now don’t try my patience.”I deny trying her patience only to hear, “Allright, now you’ll spend the afternoon without clothes, and we’ll see what thatgets you by the time you go home for dinner.”Okay, time to get in. I’ll start behaving and won’t get in any moretrouble – but the thought of having this threat hanging over my head – when Iwill already have a sore bottom (very sore, from the sounds of it) has mesquirming in a way that has nothing to do with sitting. -- source link